Lariette and Ruediger strolled past a group of teenagers attempting to build a snow fort, their voices full of energy. Some little children watched them in awe, hoping to join in the fun.
One of the teens yelled, "Incoming!" before tossing a snowball that missed wildly, skimming past Ruediger's shoulder. It hit the tree ahead of him, exploding into a burst of white.
Lariette gasped and laughed, "Careful, boy!"
"I'm sorry!" the teen shouted in apology, a sheepish look flushed across his face.
Ruediger waved it off, treating it no more than a case of missed marks. He muttered to Lariette, "Guess they thought we looked like good targets."
"Oh? You really look like one," she teased, her eyes glimmering with mischief.
"You think so?"
He arched a brow. Turning around, he hurriedly scooped a handful of snow, packing it densely into a ball.
Realizing what Ruediger wanted to do, Lariette backed away, her eyes widened slightly, "Eddy, don't you dare."
