[When Allura had agreed to be one of Tataru’s models for her sewing, she knew there would be a degree of undress involved. Altean fashion already skews on the conservative side, and it’s been an exciting chance to jump outside of her comfort zone during her time on Aefenglom, embracing new traditions and norms.
Although, she was expecting the undress to come between fittings.]
Tataru, I am not questioning your ability as a seamstress but-
[Allura fidgets where she’s standing before a straight pin reminds her to stay still. It’s a lacy, provocative number, with sheer fabric and silk ties holding the bralette together. Plenty of Allura’s markings are on display like this, pink lines and stripes tracing over her collarbones, and up and down her legs. Her hair is piled up high on her head, but the chill in the room makes her wish she’d worn it down. She tugs the “dress” lower over her hips.]
I’m worried that if I breathe too deeply it might explode right off of me.
[Ah...there truly is nothing like having a beautiful model with long legs to work with. Nothing else helps her vision come to life more than a person who's tall enough that fabric will drape nicely. Allura, bless her soul, had agreed to help model a few of the designs the Lalafell was planning on altering for the brothels. So far, so good.
It's clear that Tataru's enjoying herself, humming under her breath as she pins and stitches parts into place. So far so good; the design she'd come up with accents Allura's body, the colors popping in contrast to her skin. Clearly concerns of things not staying put are the least of Tataru's concerns - she knows what she's doing, even if it might seem like she's a bit too into this.]
You needn't worry about that, Princess. The fabric is four way stretch. It won't pop off. Promise!
[Right now, Allura feels like nothing but legs. She glances over her shoulder towards the full length mirror at herself. It's very, very small, and what is there is too sheer to really count for much, but also. It felt pretty.
She stands up straight again. It's been a long time since she's had attendants fussing over her clothes like this. And never like this.]
I think my governess would have a fit if she saw me like this. [She jokes with a shallow laugh. Surprisingly, the outfit doesn't tear off of her.] Even my small clothes for swimming with Lance don't feel so... titilating.
[To be fair, compared to Tataru, Allura is all leg. Fussing is what Tataru does, whether it's over those she has to wrangle or coin-filled coffers; naturally this tendency extends to her creative endevours as well. It feels good to fuss though, at least over something like this.]
That's because a bathing suit is different, Princess! The point of clothes like this is to be alluring.
[It's true, yet the woman doesn't seem to have any trouble dealing with Allura's height. And if she were allowed to move at all, she'd enjoy watching the lalafel work her magic.]
Alluring, hm? [She smiles at the wordplay, posture relaxing a little,] It's a shame I don't have my powers from home. As a shapeshifter, I could help you design all manner of clothing.
[A pity, really. A model that can change shape at will?]
[Clearly such knowledge has the Lalafell brighten with excitement as she comes to stand before the other woman, taking stock of her from a different angle.]
[Yeah, that's the part that really sticks out to her. The changing of one's height is neat but purple. How neat. There's a small hum as she rocks back on her heels.]
It would be convenient though, I think, to change one's height at will. I'm quite content with how I am, but it would make things much easier if I were able to be a teeny bit taller at times.
[That’s fair. Being able to turn purple is pretty cool (and handy, when your enemies are all purple). She just smiles,]
I don’t think life is all that much easier when you’re tall, [A laugh, then, thoughtfully,] Other than reaching the top shelf in the pantry. I have to ask Lance to help me with that.
[Blithely, she’s enjoying the small talk with Tataru.]
[ berry picking for double the money sounds quite simple and enticing. sylvia took on the quest without giving it a second thought. it's a lot of labor, sure, but she's used to physical tasks by now, so it's not a big deal.
what is a big deal is how she seems to be tripping over herself while she tries to move from section to section. she feels lightheaded and...elated. very elated. even when she bumps into a girl with gorgeous, long white hair, she doesn't seem too fazed. ]
Oh, sorry! My bad, Miss! [ a little chuckle. ] You doing okay?
[The best part about berry picking is that everyone seemed like they were in such a good mood. It was hard not to be when the sweet-smelling scent is so strong in the air. And after popping one or two in her mouth, Allura had come to the conclusion that they taste as good as they smell.
In fact, she has one in her mouth when a girl bumps into her, and she quickly lifts a hand to cover her mouth, politely swallowing before she speaks.] Not 'your bad' at all, it seems like the ground here is a little uneven.
[That's her explanation for why she'd been stumbling around too. She giggles, checking her fingers for berry stains.] Just please do not tell the proprietors that I tried a berry or two. Or four.
[She's not sure what the rules are here, but the goal is getting the berries in the basket, not in their mouths.]
[ she takes the berry and pops it into her mouth. after a moment, her eyes widen -- no, they light up, and sylvia reaches for another one eagerly from the same bushel. ]
These are super good, holy cow!
[ she's trying to grab more than she should, now...and not to gather them, either. she's gonna eat them all at once and might be a little overly ambitious about it. ]
[She giggles in response, glad that the reviews seem to be positive. And she doesn't go to stop Sylvia right away, except she's really going for it, isn't she?]
Ah, hold on! [and she reaches, holding Sylvia by the arm, to either keep her from going face-first into the berry bush, or to maybe keep her from eating everything off of the vine and shoving them into her mouth.]
They're supposed to go in the basket, not your mouth!
[Having spent so much of her life in space ships, travelling from one side of the galaxy to the next, it was an adjustment for Allura to spend so much time in one city. No matter how nice Aefenglom was, and how dangerous the cwyld is, she couldn’t help but get a little stir crazy.
Thus, when the call came for help at the outpost, she jumped at the opportunity. It was nice, to be outside of the city walls for awhile, and she enjoyed helping out – as an extra hand here and there, but her main purpose was magical.]
Excuse me, [She speaks up, hailing the attention of one of the mirrorbound that she’d assumed to be here as security,] I’m to travel to the edge of the Cwyld, and I need accompaniment.
[She’s not entirely defenseless – she has a staff and plenty of battles under her belt, but she needed to focus on the protection spells. It was safer to travel in pairs. ]
ty! is she dressed plainly btw? thinking on the royalty angle but assuming they're dressed down haha
[ needless to say, this setting and the challenges occasioned by it are also a significant adjustment for Gilgamesh.
in his mortal life, Gilgamesh was not one to accompany or assist others. he had only one friend, one companion: Enkidu. as a Servant in the Moon Cell's Holy Grail War, he traveled alongside his Master. but as for dealings with anyone else? Gilgamesh is not one to mingle.
yet, for an occasion such as this, there is no choice but to lend assistance. even a man such as himself finds his options limited by the circumstances they have all encountered.
therefore, when he hears Allura's entreaty, Gilgamesh turns to her with a look that might be described as sharply appraising. ]
Oh? [ he gives a dry, distant laugh. ] And who is this that addresses me, the King of Heroes?
[ he looks up and down at the stranger, lips quirking at the sight of her fine bone structure.
nobility of some kind, perhaps? if so, then one might say she is a sight for sore eyes. yet in this world, much remains uncertain. he can no longer determine a person's character by a single glance, as he once could. ]
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[He'd been the first person she'd approached because he was the first strong arm that she'd seen - all of the mirrorbound were in this together, so there was no reason to second guess who she would ask for help. But as he looks her over, and laughs, her expression shifts, her light, casual smile fading and her brow knitting together. Immediately guarded.
Her fingers curl at her sides, just above the hemline of her dress - she's dressed for a day of being on her feet, with a casual dress and boots, but still she gives the air of someone who likes to keep up appearances.
Tilting her chin up, she frowns,] I am Princess Allura.
[So Gilgamesh's assumptions would be correct there. She cants her head to the side, matching his appraising stare. Her bright, blue-green eyes looking him over.]
What is a 'King of Heroes?'
cool. :) I remembered you mentioned sparring, so I brought it up!
I am the first of all kings. Among kings, I am the King of Uruk, Gilgamesh.
[ Geardagas being another world, there is always some chance that they share a history. If so, then his title could hold significance for her. Whether it does or not, his identity remains intact everywhere he goes. ]
Ah, but what are you a princess of, hm?
[ he smiles, canting his own head. she does have a rather delicate appearance, and the points of her ears are suggestive of some manner of inhumanity? though it would be rude to say so. maybe even Gilgamesh can be cognizant of rudeness. but there is some curiosity in his expression. ]
I ruled my world, my garden, alone. I did not take companions. [ but despite that aloof posture, he waves, indicating she may fall into step with him. ] Yet it is a different world in which we find ourselves now. Thus I shall permit you to come with me. And I will extend protection to you for now, in the name of this occasion.
[ his tyrannical nature is somewhat pacified, in other words, by all of the opportunities to live as a hero-king within this world. besides, Allura looks to be on the delicate side, and he is really only interested in bringing his strength against those who are closer in aggression level and raw power to himself. though she might find that assumption rather condescending, their bodies having changed as they are. but perhaps there will be time to consider sparring, later. ]
[The way that she blinks at him suggests no such recollection. Such myths didn't make it so far as Altea. Beyond that, his otherwise bombastic way of talking has her staring, taking a few ticks longer to register what all he was talking about.]
I am not asking for a companion. [She flusters, not quite sure on the connotation on that wording, but as he turns and gestures to her, she trots at a brisk pace behind him anyway.] It's your duty to protect the outpost, is it not?
[Her voice has taken on a slightly defensive tone, feeling that he might be condescending to her. Moving faster, she catches up to him in a few steps, to walk beside. She is not here to be lead around,] And I am the princess of Altea. Daughter of King Alfor.
For Sylvain! A mix of Gathering Samples quest and Ice Elemental fight!
[It never ceased to amaze Allura, how one planet could be so different. The Wiles north of Aefenglom, near the outpost, might as well have been another world entirely, with the way the snow crunched under her boots. It was a welcome respite from the summer of Aefenglom, although Allura still found herself out of her element.]
You're saying- [She huffs, heaving her foot out of a particularly deep snow drift, bundling her coat closer.] -This sort of thing is common where you come from, Sylvain?
[Said with more wonder than dismay. Altea was a relatively temperate planet, without the extreme temperatures that Geardagas was now experiencing. And even when visiting other planets, she had her ship and her jumpsuit to protect her from the elements. Here there was nothing but the open wilderness around them. It was peaceful, with white snow blanketing the forest floor and clear, blue sky above them.
She lifts a hand to shield it from the sun, scanning the trees for a match to one of the drawings they brought with them, on the hunt for samples, but gets distracted watching her breath condensate in the air in front of her, white puffs disappearing into nothing. What a beautiful day. Certainly nothing will go wrong.]
More common than the heat in the city, by a long shot.
[There's even something of a spring in his step as he walks through the snow, seeming to be able to pick his steps carefully enough that while he does sink into snow drifts - as anyone would - the ones he steps into aren't the sort that hold tight or threaten to steal his boots.
...Not that he'd worry too much about that, either. It's kind of hard for snow to steal thigh highs.
Anyway.]
Gautier is as far north as you can get in Faerghus, so even the summers are pretty cool. This kind of weather is something we'd see in ah... what do they call Wyvern Moon here... Octeuril? Maybe a month later, but only on warm years. And it only gets worse from there until spring.
[It isn't much of a stretch for him to see snow for half a year when he's home. The monastery was much more temperate, and the Empire was downright hot.
Like the city, right now, which was why - when he'd caught wind of it being winter out here - he'd jumped at the chance to head out. Going with Allura was a pleasant surprise.
But they can't enjoy the snow forever, so he sets to looking for any of the plants they'd been sent to find, as well, trying to see if anything seems almost out of place in the cold.
Nothing could go wrong, right? They'll have a lovely day, maybe find a sample or two, head back late enough that the heat will have had a chance to lessen...
Was that a giggle from that snowdrift over there? Couldn't be...]
[She remembers the world from his memories. Even if it was only a snapshot, she imagined that life of sleeping in tents and sending letters on horseback, but in a world where the weather was inhospitable. Humans really are a resilient species, no matter what world they come from.]
Altea's isn’t nearly so dramatic. I don't think I've seen snow like this beyond the mountains. [Even if it was, most of the population lived in the rings surrounding the planet or in climate controlled structures. Honestly, this is the longest she's spent with her feet on a planet in a long time.] It's hard to believe this is the same planet- ah!
[It's about the same time that Sylvain hears the giggle that the wind suddenly picks up. Whipping snow into a flurry, what was a beautiful day suddenly becomes so white that she can hardly see her partner where he'd been just a few steps away.] Sylvain?!
[And just as suddenly it stops, and when it clears, the snow around them is at least a foot taller than before.]
Is... this typical? [Don't mind another giggle ringing out, not too far away.]
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Although, she was expecting the undress to come between fittings.]
Tataru, I am not questioning your ability as a seamstress but-
[Allura fidgets where she’s standing before a straight pin reminds her to stay still. It’s a lacy, provocative number, with sheer fabric and silk ties holding the bralette together. Plenty of Allura’s markings are on display like this, pink lines and stripes tracing over her collarbones, and up and down her legs. Her hair is piled up high on her head, but the chill in the room makes her wish she’d worn it down. She tugs the “dress” lower over her hips.]
I’m worried that if I breathe too deeply it might explode right off of me.
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It's clear that Tataru's enjoying herself, humming under her breath as she pins and stitches parts into place. So far so good; the design she'd come up with accents Allura's body, the colors popping in contrast to her skin. Clearly concerns of things not staying put are the least of Tataru's concerns - she knows what she's doing, even if it might seem like she's a bit too into this.]
You needn't worry about that, Princess. The fabric is four way stretch. It won't pop off. Promise!
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She stands up straight again. It's been a long time since she's had attendants fussing over her clothes like this. And never like this.]
I think my governess would have a fit if she saw me like this. [She jokes with a shallow laugh. Surprisingly, the outfit doesn't tear off of her.] Even my small clothes for swimming with Lance don't feel so... titilating.
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That's because a bathing suit is different, Princess! The point of clothes like this is to be alluring.
[Alluring Allura. Haha.]
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Alluring, hm? [She smiles at the wordplay, posture relaxing a little,] It's a shame I don't have my powers from home. As a shapeshifter, I could help you design all manner of clothing.
[A pity, really. A model that can change shape at will?]
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[Clearly such knowledge has the Lalafell brighten with excitement as she comes to stand before the other woman, taking stock of her from a different angle.]
My, that's incredible! What can you shift into?
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[Believe her, she’s tried. Maybe someday she’ll find a magical replacement for that ability.]
It wasn’t very much, I could become taller or shorter. Or turn myself purple.
[Said with a small laugh.] But here I am just as I am.
[Long legs and all.]
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[Yeah, that's the part that really sticks out to her. The changing of one's height is neat but purple. How neat. There's a small hum as she rocks back on her heels.]
It would be convenient though, I think, to change one's height at will. I'm quite content with how I am, but it would make things much easier if I were able to be a teeny bit taller at times.
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I don’t think life is all that much easier when you’re tall, [A laugh, then, thoughtfully,] Other than reaching the top shelf in the pantry. I have to ask Lance to help me with that.
[Blithely, she’s enjoying the small talk with Tataru.]
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c: you know.
what is a big deal is how she seems to be tripping over herself while she tries to move from section to section. she feels lightheaded and...elated. very elated. even when she bumps into a girl with gorgeous, long white hair, she doesn't seem too fazed. ]
Oh, sorry! My bad, Miss! [ a little chuckle. ] You doing okay?
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In fact, she has one in her mouth when a girl bumps into her, and she quickly lifts a hand to cover her mouth, politely swallowing before she speaks.] Not 'your bad' at all, it seems like the ground here is a little uneven.
[That's her explanation for why she'd been stumbling around too. She giggles, checking her fingers for berry stains.] Just please do not tell the proprietors that I tried a berry or two. Or four.
[She's not sure what the rules are here, but the goal is getting the berries in the basket, not in their mouths.]
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[ she has a mischievous grin on her face from allura's admission. ]
What do they taste like, by the way?
[ you know. asking for a friend. it's not like sylvia wants to try one herself, nope. ]
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Why not just try one for yourself? Your secret will be safe with me.
[Said with a laugh. Oh, she's having a great day here.]
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[ she takes the berry and pops it into her mouth. after a moment, her eyes widen -- no, they light up, and sylvia reaches for another one eagerly from the same bushel. ]
These are super good, holy cow!
[ she's trying to grab more than she should, now...and not to gather them, either. she's gonna eat them all at once and might be a little overly ambitious about it. ]
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Ah, hold on! [and she reaches, holding Sylvia by the arm, to either keep her from going face-first into the berry bush, or to maybe keep her from eating everything off of the vine and shoving them into her mouth.]
They're supposed to go in the basket, not your mouth!
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[ she lets out a weak laugh, then slowly drops them all into the basket. ]
That's totally what I was planning on doing.
[ she does not sound convincing in the slightest. ]
Aaaaanyway, what's your name, Miss? I'm Sylvia. Might as well get each other's names since we're berry-picking together, right?
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Maybe we can set a bushel aside for us, for later.
[They can always pay the farmer for the produce. She gets back to work picking berries,]
It's berry nice to meet you, Sylvia. [Oh hoho. She giggles at her own joke. Drunk Allura is a riot.] My name is Princess Allura.
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they are SUCH dweebs
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two ear tags for you in 24 hours.
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For Gilgamesh!
Thus, when the call came for help at the outpost, she jumped at the opportunity. It was nice, to be outside of the city walls for awhile, and she enjoyed helping out – as an extra hand here and there, but her main purpose was magical.]
Excuse me, [She speaks up, hailing the attention of one of the mirrorbound that she’d assumed to be here as security,] I’m to travel to the edge of the Cwyld, and I need accompaniment.
[She’s not entirely defenseless – she has a staff and plenty of battles under her belt, but she needed to focus on the protection spells. It was safer to travel in pairs. ]
ty! is she dressed plainly btw? thinking on the royalty angle but assuming they're dressed down haha
in his mortal life, Gilgamesh was not one to accompany or assist others. he had only one friend, one companion: Enkidu. as a Servant in the Moon Cell's Holy Grail War, he traveled alongside his Master. but as for dealings with anyone else? Gilgamesh is not one to mingle.
yet, for an occasion such as this, there is no choice but to lend assistance. even a man such as himself finds his options limited by the circumstances they have all encountered.
therefore, when he hears Allura's entreaty, Gilgamesh turns to her with a look that might be described as sharply appraising. ]
Oh? [ he gives a dry, distant laugh. ] And who is this that addresses me, the King of Heroes?
[ he looks up and down at the stranger, lips quirking at the sight of her fine bone structure.
nobility of some kind, perhaps? if so, then one might say she is a sight for sore eyes. yet in this world, much remains uncertain. he can no longer determine a person's character by a single glance, as he once could. ]
Adds a bit about clothes in the meta :) plus crown
Her fingers curl at her sides, just above the hemline of her dress - she's dressed for a day of being on her feet, with a casual dress and boots, but still she gives the air of someone who likes to keep up appearances.
Tilting her chin up, she frowns,] I am Princess Allura.
[So Gilgamesh's assumptions would be correct there. She cants her head to the side, matching his appraising stare. Her bright, blue-green eyes looking him over.]
What is a 'King of Heroes?'
cool. :) I remembered you mentioned sparring, so I brought it up!
[ Geardagas being another world, there is always some chance that they share a history. If so, then his title could hold significance for her. Whether it does or not, his identity remains intact everywhere he goes. ]
Ah, but what are you a princess of, hm?
[ he smiles, canting his own head. she does have a rather delicate appearance, and the points of her ears are suggestive of some manner of inhumanity? though it would be rude to say so. maybe even Gilgamesh can be cognizant of rudeness. but there is some curiosity in his expression. ]
I ruled my world, my garden, alone. I did not take companions. [ but despite that aloof posture, he waves, indicating she may fall into step with him. ] Yet it is a different world in which we find ourselves now. Thus I shall permit you to come with me. And I will extend protection to you for now, in the name of this occasion.
[ his tyrannical nature is somewhat pacified, in other words, by all of the opportunities to live as a hero-king within this world. besides, Allura looks to be on the delicate side, and he is really only interested in bringing his strength against those who are closer in aggression level and raw power to himself. though she might find that assumption rather condescending, their bodies having changed as they are. but perhaps there will be time to consider sparring, later. ]
he's so much :'D I love it
I am not asking for a companion. [She flusters, not quite sure on the connotation on that wording, but as he turns and gestures to her, she trots at a brisk pace behind him anyway.] It's your duty to protect the outpost, is it not?
[Her voice has taken on a slightly defensive tone, feeling that he might be condescending to her. Moving faster, she catches up to him in a few steps, to walk beside. She is not here to be lead around,] And I am the princess of Altea. Daughter of King Alfor.
For Sylvain! A mix of Gathering Samples quest and Ice Elemental fight!
You're saying- [She huffs, heaving her foot out of a particularly deep snow drift, bundling her coat closer.] -This sort of thing is common where you come from, Sylvain?
[Said with more wonder than dismay. Altea was a relatively temperate planet, without the extreme temperatures that Geardagas was now experiencing. And even when visiting other planets, she had her ship and her jumpsuit to protect her from the elements. Here there was nothing but the open wilderness around them. It was peaceful, with white snow blanketing the forest floor and clear, blue sky above them.
She lifts a hand to shield it from the sun, scanning the trees for a match to one of the drawings they brought with them, on the hunt for samples, but gets distracted watching her breath condensate in the air in front of her, white puffs disappearing into nothing. What a beautiful day.
Certainly nothing will go wrong.]no subject
[There's even something of a spring in his step as he walks through the snow, seeming to be able to pick his steps carefully enough that while he does sink into snow drifts - as anyone would - the ones he steps into aren't the sort that hold tight or threaten to steal his boots.
...Not that he'd worry too much about that, either. It's kind of hard for snow to steal thigh highs.
Anyway.]
Gautier is as far north as you can get in Faerghus, so even the summers are pretty cool. This kind of weather is something we'd see in ah... what do they call Wyvern Moon here... Octeuril? Maybe a month later, but only on warm years. And it only gets worse from there until spring.
[It isn't much of a stretch for him to see snow for half a year when he's home. The monastery was much more temperate, and the Empire was downright hot.
Like the city, right now, which was why - when he'd caught wind of it being winter out here - he'd jumped at the chance to head out. Going with Allura was a pleasant surprise.
But they can't enjoy the snow forever, so he sets to looking for any of the plants they'd been sent to find, as well, trying to see if anything seems almost out of place in the cold.
Nothing could go wrong, right? They'll have a lovely day, maybe find a sample or two, head back late enough that the heat will have had a chance to lessen...
Was that a giggle from that snowdrift over there? Couldn't be...]
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Altea's isn’t nearly so dramatic. I don't think I've seen snow like this beyond the mountains. [Even if it was, most of the population lived in the rings surrounding the planet or in climate controlled structures. Honestly, this is the longest she's spent with her feet on a planet in a long time.] It's hard to believe this is the same planet- ah!
[It's about the same time that Sylvain hears the giggle that the wind suddenly picks up. Whipping snow into a flurry, what was a beautiful day suddenly becomes so white that she can hardly see her partner where he'd been just a few steps away.] Sylvain?!
[And just as suddenly it stops, and when it clears, the snow around them is at least a foot taller than before.]
Is... this typical? [Don't mind another giggle ringing out, not too far away.]