#mimiofthesummer

[Walks out of her mansion, making her way to check up on the farmland. Tilts her head up in the air as she walks by the servants tending to various areas, and notices a small patch left unattended. Upon closer inspection, she sees the vegetables are ripped, torn, and full of holes.] ....? 

Barely bundled up for the weather, Mimi wandered onto what appeared to be a farm, looked around, and nodded. "Perfect," she said to herself. She entered the farm just a bit further and flagged down the man who, at least she hoped, was in charge of the farm. "'Scuse me! Sorry to bug you, but do you think you can lend me a hand with something?"

((YOU SAID I COULD BOTHER YOUR CHARACTERS SO I'M GONNA DO IT)) Having finally found a place in Trampoli where the sky was clearly visible, Mimi stood out on the path between Mist's house and a set of stone steps leading into the ground, catching snowflakes on her tongue and being largely oblivious to her surroundings.

Mimi surveyed the ranch, taking in all of its features and searching for inspiration. It looked like a pretty average ranch, she thought; much like hers, even, but without all the llamas and alpacas. Her eyes nearly tripped over a dog that stood perfectly still, unflinching in the middle of the ranch. That was it! She started gathering up some of the snow just outside the fence.

After searching around town for a while, Mimi stopped in front of the town's restaurant. She looked around for a moment, smiled to herself, and began forming the fresh snow that had fallen (and was still falling) around the whole town into a ball and rolling it around; indeed, every time she passed by the restaurant window, her snowball had grown bigger.