{❄} - “No? Then what about this?”
  She asked as she stomped her foot to turn soft snow to solid platform. - {❄} 


❅—- A low whistle fled the frostbitten cusp of his lips.
        Pheeew… not bad… He smiled, an edge of mischief
          brimming around the expression.

                               …but I bet you can do b e t t e r.

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Dodger swelled a little bit with indignant pride, frown on his lips.
If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was a body who thought he
was too young to do something, which if he had truly known who
the spirit was, would have been the exact opposite thing the bloke
was concerned about.

                                    “I’m ten,” he declared proudly, leaving off
                                    the notable ‘I think’. He didn’t actually know
                                    when his birthday was, but mostly he thought
                                   of himself as ten years old.

    Eyes sliding back over his shoulder to watch the kids playing in the snow,
    he shrugged dismissively. “Bunch of toffs playing in the snow? What’s that
    to do with anything? Don’t have the time for that sort of thing, do I.” Nor the
    proper equipment, he added silently to himself, not missing the warm coats
    the other children wore as he stuffed his hands back into his armpits, bitter
    cold trickling around his feet from standing still too long.

                “Who’re you?” asked, not caring one
                whit if he sounded rude. 

❅—- Staff planted firmly in the snow beside his barren feet, the
         spirit mirrored the boy’s indignancy, his salt and pepper brows
         furrowed in contradictory response. What? C’mon now, what
         ten year old doesn’t have time for a snowball fight? He
         scoffed, tipping back his frigid chin to assess the boy’s
         manner and condition. He didn’t miss the poor state of his
         dress, or the way he muffed his chilly fingers beneath his
         arms. …hm…

                      “—I’ll tell you what. He flashed the boy a smarmy,
                        lopsided smile, tipping his staff up over his shoulder
                        in an idle swing. …since you don’t like snowball
                        fights, we’re gonna play another game. If I win, then
                        you’re gonna join in with those ‘toffs’. He quoted,
                        swinging the curved hook of his staff in the direction of
                        the gaggle of children. …and if you win, I’ll tell you my
                        name. And… He tapped the shepherd’s hook against
                        his chin pensively before his lips split the difference of
                        his teeth in a smile, jutting the wooden rod out in a
                        gesture towards an ornate window pane displayed by
                        a street shop.

         ”and I’ll get you that pair of gloves there. So how about it?

Artist: Birdy
Album: Fire Within
Song: All About You
Plays: 23,607

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