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So sorry...I think she's at the movies right now...She'll be back eventually

Twyla and Henri are making themselves feel better about a lazy winter vacation. Feel free to join them!

*Just note that Henrietta has to post first before others can hop in

Makes me feel in the mood for the Village People!

Snowball fight to the death it would be. And then Twyla would get to the bottom of several things–especially a certain night of fighting. There would be no off the hook getting on the blonde’s watch, no siree.

((Continued in Snowball’s chance

Twyla got the distinct impression that Henri wouldn’t last very long on a deserted island if all she was bringing was lighter fluid and a pan. The pan would be really useful since it had a couple of different uses but once the lighter fluid ran out the brunette would be in trouble until she learned how to make fire on her own. Twyla just smiled at the response and didn’t comment–to each their own and all that. Oh, and they were playing a game...no use getting weirdly critical over a silly game.

Emerald’s response surprised the blonde girl. Well, not the whole thing (a machete and some rope were pretty normal things), just the picture she retrieved from her pocket. The smile on her face that had been pleasantly amused was now soft and gooey due to all the family love that was suddenly in the room. It was cool of Emerald to give up one survival item so that she could take a sketch that was important to her.

{i}Isn’t family a survival item?{/I] Something dark and sad curled around Twyla’s insides, but she chose to ignore it by looking at the sketch in the other girl’s hand. It was of a family, obviously Emerald’s and although each person looked unique you could tell that they were related and they were happy with each other. The thing around her stomach clenched and as she looked at the sketch and the girl had to swallow down the sudden tears that were fighting for control of her features.

Her voice was oddly low and slightly hoarse when she replied: “That’s really cool, Emerald.” There were more things she wanted to say but her voice was too soft by the end of the phrase that she had to stop and collect herself.

As soon as she had seen the snow falling outside her window, Twyla had gotten very excited very quickly. This excitement carried her through until the next morning--a fresh layer of snow would be a wonderful addition to the planned battle. The idea of having a snowball fight had been an exciting prospect in itself, more snow just made things all the more fun. Twyla had prepared the night before by laying out her warmest layers and scoping out some advantageous battle sites. It seemed a little ridiculous, but the blond knew that if she was excited, her foe would be as well and Maya was trickier than she was. She woke up early, eat breakfast, and then dressed in her pile of pants and tops. Growing up in a place where winter was taken very seriously, Twyla knew how to dress so that she wouldn't freeze but she wouldn't sweat too much either. Once she had donned her gear the girl left the mansion through the back door and scoped out the grounds.

A hunting we will go...a hunting we will go... The girl almost sang to herself as the song played in her head. When she found the fresh footprints she stopped and followed with her eyes the path they led to a tree in the middle of the grounds. Sure enough, a speck of green could be visible in a lower branch. I am not climbing a tree. she thought to herself. Twyla herself was just as noticeable as Maya, her coat had been her older brother's hunting jacket and it was printed in forest camouflage (her life would have been so much easier if Nate hunted later in the winter and had Arctic camo). Now, what to do about the girl in the tree? She'd see her soon enough so the question was: walk in her range or somehow lure the other girl somewhere that was more of a level playing ground. Silently she wished she'd thought of being out a little earlier--Maya had a good advantage.

Twyla took her sweet time walking within shouting distance of the enemy's base of operations. A smile (that wasn't visible through her ski mask) played across her lips as she came close--but hopefully not close enough to be shot at --to the other girl. "Wonderful morning, isn't it?" Her voice carried across the (until that point) silent grounds easily although it was a bit muffled by the fabric in front of her mouth. Hopefully Maya would recognize her, but if the voice didn't give Twyla away the blond and pink ponytail sticking out of the hole in the back of her ski mask should have been a good clue.

She waited for the girl's response (whether it be a warning shot or a verbal one) and thought to herself: Let the games begin.

Any attempted cheating was prevented by her hand being captured by the enemy’s special forces (Gawain’s other hand). And the battle raged on...

It ended with a victory for the blonde girl with pink highlights–at least so she thought until she was suddenly pulled off her chair. Her arms were crossed in front of her and both her hands were trapped inside of his. A draw he says? Twyla thought not. A strange urge struck her, but she ignored it and blinked a few times to buy herself some proper thinking time that didn’t involve anything...as awkward as what she had just imagined.

The girl relaxed her arms and bent her elbows while taking a step closer to the boy on the chair. Her face came dangerously close to his but it remained far enough away that he could see the playfully stubborn expression on her face. “A draw is just another name for defeat. I think we’ll call it total Twyla domination and leave it at that.” One of her cuter smiles flashed across her face and she made no move to either struggle or give in to his demands.

No way, she’d won fair and square. She’d get out of the arm hold one way or another if she had to...

Deal. Good. Things would be fine. Gawain stood up and readjusted his chair before he hooked his little finger with hers. He promised her things wouldn’t get weird, sealing it with a pinky swear. Twyla knew one thing, you didn’t break a pinky swear unless you were a terrible, evil person, in which case she didn’t want your promises anyway. The idea was to stay normal-ish through whatever it was they were going to do next–be it a date or what-have-you. Twyla was going to hold this boy to his promise, and she pretty much told him as much when she said with a smile: “Good.”

Even after she spoke, the girl didn’t drop their hands, just sat there with her pinky wrapped to his. There was nothing odd about it, or at least Twyla soon forgot that they were even connected like that. She got sucked back into what he was saying so fast that what her hands were doing got lost in the trickle of words from the boy’s lips. Her smile was soft when she replied with: “Not really, just people who were kinda friends...” They were people she kinda missed randomly, but at the same time she was obviously decently fine without the girls from her high school back home. “It explains why you have such poor taste in good friends.” She meant herself. The girl laughed at her own comment while rolling her eyes. Not that there weren’t much better people he could have been talking with at that moment, what she said was partly the truth depending on your point of view.

Twyla perked up at the thought of snow. Without thinking about it, her eyes drifted to the window and gazed at the grounds that were so prettily white. “This is very true...It seems like a waste to just let it sit there...What better purpose can something serve than for our entertainment?” She giggled and noticed again that their hands were connected and moving back and forth. In a fluid motion she untangled herself and positioned her hand so that it was holding his, their thumbs were up and hers looked poised. “One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war.” She laughed as she recited the little rhyme that she hadn’t spoken since she was very little. Her thumb darted this was and that–challenging the boy’s thumb to play the silly game with it.