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The sun silently beats down on the grounds, waves of heat radiating off of everything. But then, a soft rumble begins. It grows louder and louder, starting in the mountains and crashing down down down until a great roaring avalanche of snow arrives...

The calm returns but the blistering heat is gone. "How's that, Autor?" Mia asks.

The boy smiles shyly at her, his warm, knitted scarf demonstrating a clear gradient of skill from raw novice to advanced beginner. "It's lovely," he says, squeezing her fingers in his gloved ones. "Thank you, Mia." Releasing them, he turns and places a hand on his hip to watch the next step.

At the mouth of the inlet a narrow cliff juts out into the water, covered by a thin layer of soil to which a mat of short grass is clinging, littered with demon bunny droppings. On this ledge, Korra stands, her feet planted firmly against the ground. Starting with that wide stance, Korra moves a foot and then pushes her arms in front and up, causing the lake bed to shift, and the waters to part as a narrow ledge of earth divides a smaller pond away from the larger lake.

Turning into the inlet, she leaps onto the surface and slides out into the center on a shelf of ice that stretches out in larger and larger crystals as it thickens beneath her. In the center of what will be the ice rink, Korra stops, and takes one calm, centering breath.

And then with her eyes closed she moves again, this time much more fluid in her motions, turning a slow circle on the ice with her arms in front of her, swaying as her weight shifts from foot to foot. A bubble of water rises in front of her, and as she pushes out, the bubble expands, passing through Korra so she's standing in the center of an ever expanding air filled bubble of water, stretching further and further out so by the time it hits the shore any onlookers will feel the cool sensation of water vapor from a fountain. She shifts her movement again, and the snowflake patterns of ice crystals appear at the top and the spread around the bubble, crystallizing and solidifying in a lattice of clear ice.

Then Korra opens her eyes, and finishes the rink as she slides back to the shore. There, a further turn and a sweeping gesture towards one side shatters a large hole in the side, perfect for a double door.

"Neat trick, Avatar," Autor says, accompanied by a saucy grin and an informal salute. With a few simple words, Mia sets a flurry fluttering down in the dome.

Once the rink is complete, the boy heads off to help an industrious ten-year-old set up the food and drinks table. There are some things too heavy for Rae to lift.

[Credit to the respective muns for their pups' part in the EP! Standard party post rules apply, all tags welcome.]

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"Well. Guess I better have some fun, then."

She smirks at Enzo.

"I better get a mask or a scarf or something before I have too much fun. Don't want to get snow in my mouth."

He learned that lesson in another thread already.

Her smirk turns decidedly more sinister.

"Are y'lookin' for a rematch?"

He smirks back. "Am I ever not?"

Chuckling, she shakes her head and points at the bar.

"Go on, then. 'Fore I get all mean-spirited an' hit you with a snowball 'fore you're ready."

She would never. Well, probably. She does need to slip on some gloves and grab herself a scarf, too.

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He salutes and heads for the bar.

And grabs some food from the tables on the way, for digitization. Because teenager.

He's storing up rations, is he? Kate sees how it is.

That's all right. She's already returned from the stables, bundled as well as she could manage in her duster, gloves, and a woolen scarf. She's crouched at the edge of the snowfall, building a fort.

Enzo doesn't need bundling, just mouth protection. Fortunately, he keeps an assortment of clothing upstairs for use when he's human. He has dug out a scarf and wrapped it firmly about his lower face, like a brightly coloured ninja in stompy boots. So, not like a ninja at all, in fact.

He calls out something muffled, then raises his free hand to indicate that he would like a truce until he has safely put his plate down.

You just can't talk in these things.

Kate looks up, and laughs.

"Deal."

She ever-so-grudgingly acquiesces to his request, pausing to make a snowman. A snowguard, built up just next to her main barricade. He is fearsome and imposing.

(He is all of eighteen inches tall, and a little rotund. She isn't sure what to do about the nose and eyes, however.)

Enzo sets up base behind a snow-mounded rock and tucks his rations safely out of the way. Then he starts packing ammo as fast as he can.

"Your efforts t'starve me out won't work!"

She grins, finishing off a turret. It's a meager structure, but that ain't the point.

As far as warfare goes, this is all quite civilized.