Outside, afternoon

[ostro_goth]

Just outside the bar proper, there is a tall dark-haired Goth, clad in a Tyrian purple cloak and armed with a long-shafted battle axe, watching over a fiery-haired tiny goth in a fox hoodie and big warm moon boots, careening around in the snow and squealing happily.

Occasionally, little Egil loses his mittens, and Teja picks them up and catches the child to re-apply them.

There may be a snowman*, and a very gentle snowball fight, later.



* Bonhomme de neige, in French -- Teja has been reading up on the original language of the 1832 contingent, and was reminded that snowmen are a thing children have always loved, so Egil shall have one.

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[is_the_motion]

Well that is super cute.

Bonnie, who has been putting another box of safety equipment in the Forge, is watching this scene from a nearby bench.

[ostro_goth]

Egil comes running over to her and gravely offers her a large handful of snow.

"Noh!" he declares.

[is_the_motion]

"Why thank you Egil." Bonnie accepts the snow, and puts it on the bench, moulding it into a tiny snowman.

[ostro_goth]

"Noman!" Egil says. "Bonomme-nayge!"

[is_the_motion]

"What was that last bit, honey?" Bonnie asks.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly is not dressed for snow. He's in the snow anyway, just to see that it's really there. Yesterday, June. Today--snow. Yesterday, the Guard laughing as they shot Gavroche. Today--snowmen. This is a place where children can play.

He huddles his arms tight around himself and trundles over to the pair, small and compact and red-nosed.

[ostro_goth]

The tiny goth almost runs into Feuilly, but the tall one catches him, just short of collision.

"I am sorry," he says, gravely, to the newcomer.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Feuilly shakes his head cheerfully at the two of them. "No, no! It's all right."

He laughs out loud, delighted: surely these people, so foreign in their clothing, aren't speaking French, and yet he can understand them. Just as Bahorel said.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," the tall Goth with the axe in one hand, the child on the other arm, says to Feuilly, gravely. "You seem new. And cold."

[tu_vas_triompher]

He swallows down the bubble of excitement and nods, much more reservedly. "Yes, Monsieur. I came here last night and didn't see the snow." And it's foolish to come running out into it.

[scourgeofpiracy]

And then there is a ship in the Caribbean inlet, and Norrington letting down the rowboat to get to shore.

[ostro_goth]

Of course, little Egil has to go and look, and Teja comes along, to explain about hulls and sails and rowing and rigging and cannons.

Of course, Egil finds the cannon fascinating.

[scourgeofpiracy]

The cannons are never used these days, but nobody's bothered to remove them. Norrington pauses in what he's doing with the ropes, seeing the little boy - then disappears below decks for a few minutes. He has some souvenirs that would make fine gifts, and he likes children.

Not long after, he's rowing up. "Hello there!"

[ostro_goth]

On the warm beach, Egil has shed his hoodie and moon-booths and is running excitedly in the sand.

"Hello!" he calls. "Hello, hello, hello!"

[scourgeofpiracy]

Whatever he's brought is concealed in a pocket, as he vaults out of the boat and drags it up onto the beach.

"And who might you be?"

[x_coriare]

The snow is not exactly something Sooraya's used to; growing up in a desert doesn't tend to get people a lot of experience with any form of precipitation.

But today, here she is, bundled into a long skirt--with leggings--and a long-sleeved shirt under a buttoned peacoat and scarf. (Really, basically any time for her there are a lot of layers, but a lot fewer filmy thin ones in winter. She is far more suited to dry, sandy, arid places than pseudo-Scotland. Far more.) She smiles at Egil having lost his mittens, and with her gloved hands picks them up with a smile. "Here," she offers to Teja, holding them out.

[ostro_goth]

"Thank you," Teja says, accepting them.

"Egil, come over, your mittens!"

Egil stays where he is. "Not cold!"

[x_coriare]

"You'll be cold soon," Sooraya chimes in, laughing. "Your fingers will freeze!"

[ostro_goth]

"Noh!" Egil says, holding a large handful of the white stuff up at her. "Cold!"

[x_coriare]

"Yes, it is cold," she says, crouching down to the little redhead to take the snow from his hands. "But you should put your gloves on again before your fingernails turn blue. They wouldn't go very well with your hair, would they?"

[intoaman]

There's a rather large raven in the tree above Egil, watching the boy play with amusement. He sees that a mitten has been lost and swoops down to pick it up, rather comically stomping across the snow to bring it back to the child.

[ostro_goth]

"Hello?" Egil says, approaching the large black bird who has his mitten.

Teja is watching very carefully; Egil's safety is both important and potentially precarious, and ravens are definitely birds that feature largely in the myths of their people.

[intoaman]

The raven drops the mitten at Egil's feet before giving the boy a bobbing bow. He caws softly before flapping over to round up the other mitten. Mittens clearly can't be trusted to stay together.

[ostro_goth]

Egil picks up the mitten and brings it to Teja.

"That is a helpful bird," Teja says. "Say thank you."

"Thankyou, birb!" Egil declares.

[intoaman]

Diaval caws again and trots over the inspect the snowman, cocking his head birdishly as he looks at it.

He turns his head from side to side before flapping off. Only to return a few moments later with a sprig of holly to decorate the snowman's hat.