[ Emet-Selch has taken a basket of snowballs for himself and sat out of the way with them, hoping to avoid being drawn into the snowball fight happening amongst the rest of the arrivals, old and new. His familiar sits on its haunches by his feet, watching him try to scribe runes into the side of the enchanted snow.
It's just as a plethora of snowy butterflies have taken wing that Zenos' projectiles whack him on the back.
Irritated, he swivels around, mouth open to deliver a scathing indictment on the person responsible. But when he does see who it is, he freezes. Of all the people to arrive here... ]
...Don't tell me your father is about to join us in a moment, [ he says, still with a bite of annoyance in his tone. ]
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It's just as a plethora of snowy butterflies have taken wing that Zenos' projectiles whack him on the back.
Irritated, he swivels around, mouth open to deliver a scathing indictment on the person responsible. But when he does see who it is, he freezes. Of all the people to arrive here... ]
...Don't tell me your father is about to join us in a moment, [ he says, still with a bite of annoyance in his tone. ]