[mdom]

Woohoo, snooow!
*dives in*

[Stabbsworth]

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

[mdom]

It's so hot here D: I'm eternally jealous of site events

[Panda]

It's raining and snowing here where I live and
I've been sick for the last 2 days. D:

[Kaderin Triste]

Tbh, I kida wish it would snow here irl. Because it makes me slightly less grumpy.
XD

[Stabbsworth]

if you expect england to get snow, you're sorely mistaken.

roasty toasty shitposty.

[mdom]

Awww, poor Panda D:
/pets her

[Lawtan]

A dragoness wanders in with the winds of winter and some odd rabbits, portals in several bean bags and a campfire with marshmallows, and curls around a bean bag to sleep

[Derpy McBlueEyes]

"Bunnies!" Derpy hops up onto a beanbag and settles down to eat marshmallows and watch the rabbits.

[Panda]

I want to make snow angels.

[Lawtan]

The dragoness breathes out frozen water in her sleep, at just the right conditions to form snow crystals for eventual snow angels.

[Panda]

Woah~ It's Lawtan!

[Derpy McBlueEyes]

Derpy shivers and scootches closer to the fire, clutching his blanket tighter.
"Whatsa snow angel?"

[Lawtan]

It's a unique footprint that looks like a person with angel wings. It's made the Snowhanim, who visit every snow and leave the mineral ice cream in their wake.

[Derpy McBlueEyes]

Derpy leans forward and begins rapidly asking questions. "What's a Sno...Snoha...Snohanim? Is that where ice cweam comes from? What kind if ice cweam is it? How big is it? Are there more than one? How does it make enough ice cweam for all the stores?"

[Lawtan]

Slowly, the lights flicker out one by one, until there is only the fire and a weird glow from her eyes as the dragoness moves to sit up in the beanbag.

There is a poem from centuries ago, a rhyme if you will. Hmm...how does it go? I can't recall the full story, but I can still give you a rhyme I think:


Eyes of gold and chocolate chip,
Many, spinning round as whip,
Center of a still cherry heart,
Caramel dancing across and apart,
Empty feet of angel's shadow,
Leap across the snowchild below,
Size of ten and a hundred men,
Mouthless the air itself they rend,
A feast of salts, of water and cold,
Produce a spittle of ice cream bold,
Such the Snowhanhim tread the world,
Chasing frost with cocoa-eyes unfurled.