Front lawn, Thursday after classes

[solo_sword]

Walking back to the dorms, Jaina figured she could be totally blind and still be able to tell it had snowed. And that it was good snow. And that she'd made a sort of promise that she thought it was only fair of her to keep. Mwahahaha.

She let John go ahead just enough that she could bend down and scoop up some of the snow in her gloved hands, patting it together into a little ball, and lobbing it at his back.

[For the attackee, and I so fail at post-writing.]