Arcanejill
ArcaneJill smiled and hummed as she sewed. She had just added another pig pen to her farm, she had some lovely indigo cloth bought from a trader passing through town that she was now making into tiny hats and dresses for Bath's newest citizens, and to top it all off, it was snowing! Nearly two feet had fallen, though it seemed to be tapering off. What could be better? She crossed the room to answer a knock at the door.
"Spar! Come in!"
Sparhawk stomped the snow from his boots, kissed Jill, and sat down in a proffered chair. "I was just coming to visit, but since there's a couple feet of snow, I thought maybe I should go check up on things. Wanna come with?"
"Can we stop at Gregarious' and check on his piggies?"
"Of course. I was thinking we head to the end of the street, circle around the periphery of town, and head back in."
"Sure, that's fine. Lemme find some warmer clothes."
Sparhawk sighed at the idea of Jill putting on MORE clothes but then looked away when he caught her looking at him questioningly. Jill shook her head. She added a couple petticoats, two shawls, a scarf, and slid on her new boots.
"I hate the cold but love the snow. Snow makes it worth it." She banked the fire for her return. "All right, I think I'm ready." Jill opened the door and waited for Spar. As he exited, she pulled it closed behind her.
"Oh, would you mind breaking the ice in the pigs' trough for me so they can drink?"
"Of course."
As soon as he turned around and headed for the pig pen, Jill was frantically making snowballs. She heard him pounding on the ice and the ice cracking. As he appeared around the corner of the shed, she pelted him with snowballs. One hit his right shoulder, spraying his face. One hit his chest. A couple missed completely. Grinning, she started to run, still tossing the occasional snowball over her shoulder.
"Spar! Come in!"
Sparhawk stomped the snow from his boots, kissed Jill, and sat down in a proffered chair. "I was just coming to visit, but since there's a couple feet of snow, I thought maybe I should go check up on things. Wanna come with?"
"Can we stop at Gregarious' and check on his piggies?"
"Of course. I was thinking we head to the end of the street, circle around the periphery of town, and head back in."
"Sure, that's fine. Lemme find some warmer clothes."
Sparhawk sighed at the idea of Jill putting on MORE clothes but then looked away when he caught her looking at him questioningly. Jill shook her head. She added a couple petticoats, two shawls, a scarf, and slid on her new boots.
"I hate the cold but love the snow. Snow makes it worth it." She banked the fire for her return. "All right, I think I'm ready." Jill opened the door and waited for Spar. As he exited, she pulled it closed behind her.
"Oh, would you mind breaking the ice in the pigs' trough for me so they can drink?"
"Of course."
As soon as he turned around and headed for the pig pen, Jill was frantically making snowballs. She heard him pounding on the ice and the ice cracking. As he appeared around the corner of the shed, she pelted him with snowballs. One hit his right shoulder, spraying his face. One hit his chest. A couple missed completely. Grinning, she started to run, still tossing the occasional snowball over her shoulder.