My charge is my bond

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Scorto blinks, looked towards Tomi, glanced back at the man who Tomi had hit with the snowball. And frowned unsure what was going on exactly. At least Tomi sounds happy, that’s good.

“Sorry” He said again, he glanced back at Tomi. Blinking more.

“My ears are not sharp….but don’t touch them.” He said after a second. And he’s not being serious he just didn’t want Tomi getting in trouble.

Scorto after a moment tried to smile looking at the man again.

“Would you like to play with us?” He asked softly a bit hopefully.

He’s confused by the man’s comment.

“Quick folk?” He asked, before glancing back at Tomi…wondering if Tomi understood what was being said. Was it another word for halfling?

This was about the point that Tomi stood once more, still clutching the icy missile in his fingers.

Tomi looked at the man. Then he looked at Scorto. Then the man again. A devious smile began to grow on the wily halfling’s face as he tossed the ball up and down in his right palm.

“Yeah! Come play and see how light these feet really are. Last one to deck the drow with a snowball is an owlbear’s uncle?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Scorto playfully, then sent his gaze back over to the stranger. “What say you, m'lord?”

Still wearing his neutral expression, Fin brings a hand to his chin, appearing to rub it pensively, then turns his head so as to appear to study the halfling, but in reality using the opportunity to wink the eye that only the drow can see. 

In the same even tones, he continues, “...the imprudence of challenging someone to a sport where having bigger hands--”

Fin drops into a crouch as the impassivity drops from his voice. He brings both hands together, scooping up a mound of snow between them, then in the same motion compacting it to a ball of approximately the size of the halfling’s head. The not at all compact improvised missile is already shedding when he shifts it into one hand.

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Scorto quietly watched for a minute, bitting his bottom lip nervously before stepping from his hiding spot. Moving to stand between the stranger and where he thought Tomi was.

“Sorry, it’s just a game….Tomi was trying to hit me again.”

At least he’s pretty sure Tomi had ment to hit him again. Not that he wanted to be hit again, but he didn’t want Tomi in trouble either.

“Sorry” He said softly, curling his toes in his boots.

“Bahahahahahh!” Tomi could not hold in his amusement any more than he could contain his mischievous spirit. He fell once more behind the bush and kicked his legs while in the throes of mirth. “I– you just– hahahahhhahah!” He rocked on his back and pointed with unrestrained glee at the stranger.

“You saw the look on his face, Scorto? And he–” the halfling snorted loudly and wiped away a tear, grinning from ear to ear.

“Er. Sorry bout that, eh m'lord? All in good fun!” Beaming still, he shifted to lay on his side and began to pat a clump of snow between his palms. “Come on, have a li'l giggle!”

Then he jerked his chin in Scorto’s direction and called, “You too, sharp-ears! C'maaaahn! Don’t look so serious now!”

The man’s gaze shifts between the two shorter individuals.