#poor pyros

she was quite fond of the white that surrounded them. living in ironhaven meant that perhaps once a winter, snow would be shed but at the very minimum. soon enough, the snow would melt by less than a fortnight. anya decided to take up the opportunity ( before they either perish or leave this white wonderland ) to play in the snow. her eyes spot a familiar man walking; mustering up the courage, she is quick to form a ball of snow before sending it into the back of pyros.