There wasnât a moment of hesitation before Bast was playing in the snow that formed around him.
He scooped up a handful and started to pack it into a snowball and narrowed his eyes at Odelia as if he was sizing her up. A worthy adversary in a snowball âfight.â
He lofted it lazily into the air in an arc that she could easily avoid but it might âpoofâ onto the top of her head on contact if she didnât move.
The assembly of the snowman had Bast laughing and totally amazed. âWait! Thatâs cheating!â He mocked a complaint and pointed at the ground.
âYouâre supposed to wrestle the snow on the ground and hope it sticks to itself and then push it around the yard randomly until itâs big enough!â He teased.
He stepped up and touched the snowman as if to confirm it was real.
The fire witch didnât emanate heat. In fact, most of the time Bast looked and acted like a typical âmortal.â It was only in times of extreme upset that the flames appeared; and typically he was good natured.
âIâll take either.â He nodded sagely with a smirk. âAny reason to celebrate right?â
What he wasnât explaining is that âholidaysâ of any sort werenât something he experienced as a child. Instead, celebrations were more phrased as âmomâs boyfriend got out of jail!â And âweâre not getting evicted this month.â Or, âsomeone remembered your birthday correctly hereâs a mostly used gift card.â
He wasnât so sheltered. He knew the rest of the world wasnât the same as his. He knew of families that had large family get togethers, feasts, and decorations.
âWhat can we decorate our new friend with?â He asked and looked around her apartment briefly before turning an eager look back to Odelia.
There was genuine happiness on his face; fully transparent with his emotions. Although he might have dressed the part of the âbad boyâ he didnât act it. It was mostly a defensive tactic he kept from his mortal life. If he looked like he was a threat; maybe he could have peace.
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As the snowball sails toward her head, Odelia momentarily debates letting it hit her or brushing it away. Instead, she opts to show off a little more. This is dangerousâ nobody has ever reacted in such a way to her powers, and having someone appreciate them⌠itâs like a sip of the most incredible wine, gulping it down and then being told youâll only have that one glass. She knows it wonât end well, but itâs so freeing.
Instead, she waves a hand and the snowball bursts into a million tiny crystals that suspend in the air for a moment before she sends them whirling on the wind she creates, falling down around her like diamonds that settle in her hair, on her nose.
âRight,â She nods, before launching into her drawers for an article of clothing she can wrap around the snowfamily.
Thereâs not too many wintry garments in her possession, believe it or not, as Odelia always runs chilly and the temperature doesnât affect her. If anything, sheâs easily overheatedâ anything above freezing is balmy for her.
Still, sheâs able to dig up a couple of scarves, hats, and headbands, that might do their job. âYouâre on your own for the faces.â