[ Eruca's head snaps in the woman's direction when she slides next to her behind the wall. It's only a game, a treat for the newcomers to leave behind some of the worry they all doubtless have after being pulled from their homes. She should be generous, try to make allies with the woman with pink hair.
But when the woman issues that statement, that challenge, Eruca accepts with a devious grin. ]
You're right.
[ She grabs a handful of snow and flings it at her, hoping to cast something bright enough to distract the woman and make an escape. Instead, the little chunks of snow act like miniature fireworks, bursting upon contact or in midair, and turning into harmless sparks of light.
Still, Eruca takes her chance and leaps back and goes around the wall. Perhaps the woman will think she's fled farther away. In the meantime, she prepares a snowball, for another attack. ]
trial and icy errors bc i'm a basic bitch
But when the woman issues that statement, that challenge, Eruca accepts with a devious grin. ]
You're right.
[ She grabs a handful of snow and flings it at her, hoping to cast something bright enough to distract the woman and make an escape. Instead, the little chunks of snow act like miniature fireworks, bursting upon contact or in midair, and turning into harmless sparks of light.
Still, Eruca takes her chance and leaps back and goes around the wall. Perhaps the woman will think she's fled farther away. In the meantime, she prepares a snowball, for another attack. ]