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That little grin didn't leave her face as she ducked behind a tree. The snow and cold didn't bother her seeing as she was a being held together with winter magic, but she strayed closer to the warm area anyways almost instinctively anyways. She took a few hits but threw her own snowballs in retaliation. Occasionally, she used magic to ensure the ball hit the intended target, but not every time.

Ollie trotted over to the pile of snowballs and attempted to pick one up in his mouth. It crumbled and melted in his jaw. Confused, he tried to pick up another. Oh no! These balls were cursed! It was impossible to pick them up. Whimpering, he frantically tried to grab them all, chomping away at the snow.

Seeing the dog's plight, Moon Drop waved a hand, making a snowball firmer and able to be grabbed in his maw without it crushing or melting.

"Here you are, pup."

Ollie joyfully took the offered magiced snowball, and then promptly dropped it at Moon Drop's feet, sitting politely and looking up at her with a wagging tail. Hopefully this nice lady would also throw the ball!

He whirled around to see who had won the improntu race- Spying Piemyth as they crossed the finish line. "Wooohoo! congrats! you win.. uh.. a snowball fight!"

Malachite turned back towards the action, pleased to see Ollie had distracted their opponent. He used this opportunity to throw another snowball at Moon Drop.

Seeing no harm in humoring the dog, she picked it up and tossed it for Ollie.

"Go fetch."

Malachite's throw hit her shoulder, snow splattering against her light blue cloak. Chuckling, she threw one back, aiming for his chest since it was center-mass.

"Win?" Chiara turned around curiously. "Who win?" At the sight of Piemyth eating the treats from the buffet, she beamed: "Oooh!! Pie-Pie, YOU were the fastest!! Three hooray for Pie-" She was interrupted by a new snowball that again whacked the back of her head, and yielped; swiftly she turned around and threw a new one at Moon Drop. But, being shorter than everyone in the snowball fight, her missile didn't hit home; it DID hit the snowball aimed for Mr. Malachite, though, and the two snowballs crumbled against each other. "Wooohoo!"

As more petals fell from the rose, some gentle snow even began falling on the dance floor itself, cloaking the party in a white haze. Better cover for a snowball fight, or the gentle drawing to a close of the night's party? It was time for everyone to get their final shots in!

Malachite was shocked by Chiara's throw, genuinely impressed by how it had collided with another snowball. "Woah! We've got a snow ball master in our midst!"

He grinned, picking up another snowball and looking around for someone else to throw it at... Maybe.. Ollie! He threw the snowball at the silly doggy.

Ollie borked with joy and scrambled after the thrown snowball, snapping it up in his jaws. But ooh, it was cold and icey and -- halfway back from fetching, he lay down smack-dab in the middle of the dance floor and settled down to lick the ice ball, tail thumping the floor.

Ollie then got a snowball right to the face. He blinked as the powdery white clung to his golden fur, wagging his tail even harder. He had no idea what this game was but was very certain that it was both a game and very fun.

"That was quit the shot," the shade said, nodding approvingly at Chiara's throw even if it was unintentional.

Even still, she threw more snowballs. The visibility was getting low, but that didn't deter her. She began rapid-firing shots at anything she saw move.

In all places in this universe the Revenant could have wondered to - Not that he has really been "out there" - A fancy masquerade party was the least he expected. Such an irony. The feeling is uncomfortable from the get go, too many smiles, too many good "vibes", as the youngsters like to say, for a place supposed to cover identities and intentions, with none of the participants, himself included, looking normal in whichever measure. Except for the golden retriever amidst the party goers.

Oh well, an opportunity's an opportunity, and he's sure there's at least some networking to be had. He only wish they let him in with his guns, knives, or please at least his gadgets. He had no reason to sneak anything on him, of course, but Revenant feels naked without his grown up toys. The man walks to a corner, incospicuous, despite his offensive silhouette, and simply broods over there, like that weird kid that doesn't like snow fights for some odd reason.

Seeing as her throw seemed to go unpunished, Tairloth took advantage to throw another few snowballs at Moon Drop, hoping to get in as many hits as possible before her participation was noticed and she became a target.

Meanwhile Piemyth looked up from eating at the falling snow and gave a sort of melancholy trill; almost instinctively, they suspected that this meant the party was drawing to a close.

Although often legendarily empty-headed, Ollie seemed to sense that he was being looked at by a new friend! He pushed himself to his feet, shook vigorously to fling snow every which way, and then trotted over to Revenant. He dropped the icey snowball that he'd been licking at Revenant's feet, looking up at him with excited eyes. "Hi! I'm Ollie!" He borked. "I'm a very good dog and this is my ball."

"Look mama, a new target!" Chiara chirped, her keen fox eyes catching sight of Revenant's attempt to go unnoticed. She grabbed a new snowball and tried to throw it in his direction, even if the visbility was diminishing with all the snow flying *and* falling around them. A whirlwind of snow! Maybe it was really that snowflake dance she had read about!

Finally noticing Tairloth due to the throws, Moon Drop returned the favor and threw some balls her way next with a bit of magic flair to ensure that some at least hit their mark.

Malachite let out a sigh, standing there for a moment and enjoying the snow, the overall feeling of the party. he maybe had time for one last snowball..
The man glanced around, deciding to throw it at the mysterious new guy- Revenant.

Unfortunately for Moon Drop, there was one thing that Tairloth's cloak had left unclear; seeing some of them almost homing at her, Tairloth spread her draconic wings and wrapped them in front of her, shielding her from the hits.

"Nice try!" Tairloth said tauntingly, actually happy that she was fighting another magic user, as she prepared a couple more snowballs