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wellownedbkupAbout the Round Table.
Snow:
The first big snowfall came a week before Thanksgiving, a random Thursday that no one expected. The flurries that had been flying about them had never really amounted to much more than a hassle. They could not even be sure that they had been flurries, considering the amount of rain that had been falling as well. It was far too slick to really run around campus to little meetings, but they could not help themselves. It was, after all, a promise made to attend at least twice a week to talk about what had shaped them.
And as they trudged together across campus, all three young men were huddled in their jackets wondering why they had even bothered to come out in such a tall snowfall. Surely they would not be expected to meet on such a pristinely white night where the chill in the air was magnified by the fat flakes that clung to their hair and clothing, soaking them through. They kept together, trying to isolate their heat between the three of them and keep out the winds a bit longer.
They ran into Nisha outside of the little meeting building where they had been holding the round table discussion group, who was sitting tightly huddled under a bare branched tree in front. Their laughter rung out like bells pealing in the eerie quiet as she looked up at them, every part of her face obscured by a scarf except for her toffee eyes. She glared and stood, trying to pat her long coat free of the heavy snowfall that had settled around her to no avail.
“It is not funny, guys. She is not here. And we are all really late.” She shuddered and stepped into the circle the guys had created, trying to steal the heat they had been generating and projecting like steam from down filled jackets.
“We are not late... are we?” Alex asked, almost worried.
“Just a bit,” Nix fudged on the time, squinting over at a clock some distance across campus, but still fairly visible, had it not been for the snow.
“Half an hour is more like it. She is never this late,” Nisha commented with chattering teeth. “God, it is cold. I have been out here for almost an hour. The building is never locked like this either.”
Sin stepped slightly away, leaning over before standing back up and packing some snow in his hands, his gloves holding onto little icy clumps of snow. “No, it is not. But we should not waste a golden opportunity like this.” He lobbed the small snowball at Nix’s head, the wet thump of it like a gunshot in their minds.
Nix whirled on his friend, shaking the lumps of melting snow from his ear and collar. “You!” he cried, feeling most undignified as Sin doubled over laughing to pick up more snow. Nix followed suit, pressing the snow between bare hands, shaking them as they got colder and colder. “I am going to get you, you overgrown leprechaun!” They turned unexpectedly and pelted the other two members of their party with snowballs, bringing the whole group into the fray.
And across the bare campus, everyone could hear the shrieks and laughter of the 4 adults who had turned into children with the first big snowfall of the year.
Snow:
The first big snowfall came a week before Thanksgiving, a random Thursday that no one expected. The flurries that had been flying about them had never really amounted to much more than a hassle. They could not even be sure that they had been flurries, considering the amount of rain that had been falling as well. It was far too slick to really run around campus to little meetings, but they could not help themselves. It was, after all, a promise made to attend at least twice a week to talk about what had shaped them.
And as they trudged together across campus, all three young men were huddled in their jackets wondering why they had even bothered to come out in such a tall snowfall. Surely they would not be expected to meet on such a pristinely white night where the chill in the air was magnified by the fat flakes that clung to their hair and clothing, soaking them through. They kept together, trying to isolate their heat between the three of them and keep out the winds a bit longer.
They ran into Nisha outside of the little meeting building where they had been holding the round table discussion group, who was sitting tightly huddled under a bare branched tree in front. Their laughter rung out like bells pealing in the eerie quiet as she looked up at them, every part of her face obscured by a scarf except for her toffee eyes. She glared and stood, trying to pat her long coat free of the heavy snowfall that had settled around her to no avail.
“It is not funny, guys. She is not here. And we are all really late.” She shuddered and stepped into the circle the guys had created, trying to steal the heat they had been generating and projecting like steam from down filled jackets.
“We are not late... are we?” Alex asked, almost worried.
“Just a bit,” Nix fudged on the time, squinting over at a clock some distance across campus, but still fairly visible, had it not been for the snow.
“Half an hour is more like it. She is never this late,” Nisha commented with chattering teeth. “God, it is cold. I have been out here for almost an hour. The building is never locked like this either.”
Sin stepped slightly away, leaning over before standing back up and packing some snow in his hands, his gloves holding onto little icy clumps of snow. “No, it is not. But we should not waste a golden opportunity like this.” He lobbed the small snowball at Nix’s head, the wet thump of it like a gunshot in their minds.
Nix whirled on his friend, shaking the lumps of melting snow from his ear and collar. “You!” he cried, feeling most undignified as Sin doubled over laughing to pick up more snow. Nix followed suit, pressing the snow between bare hands, shaking them as they got colder and colder. “I am going to get you, you overgrown leprechaun!” They turned unexpectedly and pelted the other two members of their party with snowballs, bringing the whole group into the fray.
And across the bare campus, everyone could hear the shrieks and laughter of the 4 adults who had turned into children with the first big snowfall of the year.
