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Winter's Crest Snow Day [GP]
The Inn was decorated in, if possible, an even more outlandish style than usual. Garlands of evergreens and bright berries competed with gold angels and cheerful small grinning creatures with pointed ears and shoes. A large fir tree had appeared seemingly from nowhere and was now draped with lights and hung with colored glass balls. At the top perched a figure in white robes with wings.
It was, Percy mused, probably for whatever the local holiday was, but it was also close enough to Winter's Crest decorations for him to feel a bit homesick for Whitestone. After all, it was only a year ago that he'd been able to celebrate Winter's Crest in his home city for the first time in years.
Something was still missing - or rather, many things were missing but one thing that he could solve for. Winter's Crest called for snow, and better snow in abundance. To solve for that last problem, he turned to a gnome of exceptional talent. While he didn't know how Sarenrae's power worked, he did have complete faith in her cleric. And thus, together, they concocted a plan: to turn the weather to a more appropriate clime.
The morning of December 20th dawned as it often did in this place - heavy with clouds that would burn off before noon. The clouds were important. They would make the spell casting easier, and Pike knew that she needed all the help she could get. Weather magic was not her forte. Like all clerics with powers as advanced as hers, she knew the right spell but when you had a druid around, there hadn't been much need for her to use it.
Dressed in a warm coat and a big floppy, knit cap, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed. Holding her holy symbol in both hands, she concentrated on the sky. As the Celestial incantation took root, golden rays of light encircled her and rose into the air. With each heartbeat, she could feel Sarenrae's power drawing warmth from the clouds above and into her body.
It took ten minutes to cast the spell and another twenty minutes for it to take effect. The spell would fade if she didn't maintain concentration all day, but it was a small price to pay.
And that's how, before the sun had completely finished rising, it was snowing on the Madonna Inn.
It was, Percy mused, probably for whatever the local holiday was, but it was also close enough to Winter's Crest decorations for him to feel a bit homesick for Whitestone. After all, it was only a year ago that he'd been able to celebrate Winter's Crest in his home city for the first time in years.
Something was still missing - or rather, many things were missing but one thing that he could solve for. Winter's Crest called for snow, and better snow in abundance. To solve for that last problem, he turned to a gnome of exceptional talent. While he didn't know how Sarenrae's power worked, he did have complete faith in her cleric. And thus, together, they concocted a plan: to turn the weather to a more appropriate clime.
The morning of December 20th dawned as it often did in this place - heavy with clouds that would burn off before noon. The clouds were important. They would make the spell casting easier, and Pike knew that she needed all the help she could get. Weather magic was not her forte. Like all clerics with powers as advanced as hers, she knew the right spell but when you had a druid around, there hadn't been much need for her to use it.
Dressed in a warm coat and a big floppy, knit cap, she sat on the ground with her legs crossed. Holding her holy symbol in both hands, she concentrated on the sky. As the Celestial incantation took root, golden rays of light encircled her and rose into the air. With each heartbeat, she could feel Sarenrae's power drawing warmth from the clouds above and into her body.
It took ten minutes to cast the spell and another twenty minutes for it to take effect. The spell would fade if she didn't maintain concentration all day, but it was a small price to pay.
And that's how, before the sun had completely finished rising, it was snowing on the Madonna Inn.
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"No I don't know that," she answered cheerfully. She slipped out from under his arm to hug him around the waist, grinning up into his face. "Pleeeease?" She wasn't arguing in earnest, nor did she actually think she'd win. In fact she was probably deliberately sabotaging her own efforts with the way she was pressing her body up against his. She just enjoyed being cheeky.
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Well, he managed to keep a straight face for exactly as long as he wanted, and then broke into a warm smile. "How about it?"
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At first, Corbie was entirely compliant. She kissed him back, she followed when led. But yes, while she wanted him, the truth of the matter was that there was a lot of time for sex and not a lot of time for snow. If it took the tiny woman Pike working so hard to make it happen, this wasn't going to happen again any time soon.
So after a bit when she was sure she'd made the impression that she'd be good, she darted ahead, scooped up some snow and very quickly had it rolled and thrown.
Her face was all sweetness.
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He shook his head to clear most of the snow off, then wiped his hand over his face to do away with the rest of it. "That's it," he warned her, opening his jacket to unbuckle his holster and set it aside. (Never bring a gun to a snow fight was a basic principle., even in his day). Then he adjusted his hat and rushed her.
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She knew that question was a kind of trap, but she went in for the attack anyway. Stealth was not a possibility with how deep the snow was compared to the length of her legs, so she didn't try.
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What he wouldn't give for some gloves right then.
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And so quietly as Jackson was examining her eye and she let him baby her that little bit, Corbie slipped her hand up and slipped that snow down the back of Jackson's shirt.
She kissed his cheek softly, part in thanks, and part in victory.
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"We can go warm up now," she murmured against his mouth.
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