"Hello, Sir. My name is Rhys...and you are?"
"Sir Krosan Wayfarer. You're sister does not seem to know the nose-filling-up rolling-snowball. Let me show you."
Krosan stepped of his horse and took a hand of snow which he formed just like Rhys had just been thought. He took his sword a bit out of his sheath and made shallow ridges in the ball. He placed his thumb and little finger in the cuts that where made on the side. Then he twisted his arm in a funny way resulting in his elbow almost touching his nose and his hand almost in his armpit. With a swift move, the arm went from the bizarre pose into a straight line and the ball was set of spinning like mad.
It struck Rhys' sister in the face. And Rhys found out what was so special about this technique.
Jisela kept snorting and coughing. Due to the speed of the ball, the snow had been twisted up her nose and down her throat. Rhys and Krosan laughed. Jisela did not seem so pleased. She did not seem to see the fun of it all. Krosan explained that he detested snowball fights. He thought it was childish.
"One of those ball's makes sure the fight is over" He said while still laughing.
Jisela was trying to get the snow out of her nose and was using a piece of her clothes to get her nostrils clean. Krosan held back a little and rode next to her. He gave her his hanky and an apology.
"And might our little snow devil have a name?" He asked politely when Jisela had removed the snow out of her nose.
[ May 17, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
[ May 18, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
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