[Beth's close enough that she can see the look on the children's faces; they look like they threw a snowball at a cliff and never expected it to react in turn. She's ready to step in if she needs to, but it soon becomes clear she doesn't need to. It becomes even clearer when the woman plops down in the snow and starts explaining how to improve their snowball skills.
As silly as it is, Beth's curious to hear all of it.
So, standing just a little off from a couple of skinny hillfolk children is a slender, pink-cheeked girl of eighteen, her blonde hair fluffing out from around the hood she has on. She holds a lump of snow between her hands, listening with the same intense fascination the children show, but doesn't quite move to join their circle.]
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As silly as it is, Beth's curious to hear all of it.
So, standing just a little off from a couple of skinny hillfolk children is a slender, pink-cheeked girl of eighteen, her blonde hair fluffing out from around the hood she has on. She holds a lump of snow between her hands, listening with the same intense fascination the children show, but doesn't quite move to join their circle.]