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[ Okay but admittedly, that's kind of cool. Lucina watches with mild curiosity as he seems to ... float away. Much more graceful than her attempt, anyway.

At Aang's exclamation, Lucina also looks back, looking at her first snow angel (!!!!). If the boy's floating didn't leave her in awe, this does ( the epitome of the normalcy she longs for ).

She's quiet for a moment, taking in the sights, before the corners of her lips curl up. ] They're beautiful.

Thank you for teaching me.

[He's happy to show off any time Lucina wants. ;)

For Aang, snow angels and snowanimals and snowball fights are all a completely natural and expected part of growing up and spending time with friends. He catches the somber turn of atmosphere and his brow furrows in response, but he can't quite tug out the thread explaining why she's taking this so seriously.

(Maybe one day....)

But! If she enjoyed this, maybe she'll enjoy other stuff too.]

Of course! That's what friends are for, right? And now you can teach other people too. [More importantly.] Have you made snowmen too? And been in snowball fights?

[ You've found your number one fan, Aang.

Friends — she's more than happy to call him a friend, her smile only growing. ] Yes, I will. [ And this is how the camps of PR ended up with a billion snow angels. ]

I've made a snowman after the first snowfall here — though I've never been in a snowball fight before.

There wasn't... a lot of snow, where I was from. [ In case that wasn't obvious. Also she's never had the time to, but that's a story for another time. ] What are those like?

Well, there's a lot now, so you should use it all while you can!

[To make snowballs. For snowball fights. A concept he will quickly explain to her with much glee. Attention now fully pulled away from their snow angels of minutes earlier, he crouches down, grabbing large handfuls of snow and rolling it between his hands to make a crudely shaped ball that he holds up for inspection.]

You have to make a snowball first for a snowball fight. Then once you make it—

[Without warning, he flings it towards Lucina. But he's careful to throw it towards her midsection, a part of her less likely to be injured by a wayward snowball.]

—you throw it at the other person!

[He looks inordinately pleased with himself.]

—! [ It's instinct, almost, the way she tenses and her hand twitches for the sword that's not by her side. She had been attentive in listening to Aang's explanations, until the sudden snowball that lands squarely in her middle.

It's not painful, but it is surprisingly; it takes her a minute to recover, then... ] I believe I have seen this. [ She just didn't know there was an actual name for it. ]

Someone ambushed me with a challenge not along ago. [ She won, of course, but because there was a certain dog they were supposed to be walking helped out. But anyway — she reaches down, gathering up the snow until it forms a compact shape in her hand. ] Like so?

[ She holds it out for him to see, before switching tactics and throwing it straight for his middle. ]

[There are names for everything in the great wide world of childhood (and now adulthood for Lucina) and if there isn't—then someone will come along and make up a silly name for it.

Aang's about to nod approval over her snowball - much nicer than his own, but she seems like a far more precise person than he - but loses the chance to once she wallops him solidly in the gut. With an oof, he stumbles backwards, face flashing a myriad of emotions: surprise, vague annoyance at being caught off-guard, and then delight at her easy acceptance of his challenge.

It's on.]

That was cheating!

[It wasn't, at all, but he'll claim it anyway, laughing and darting off for shelter so he can wrangle up more snowballs and win this battle.

Commence Snowball Fight, Round Two!]

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