Snow day

[soulmakingsound]

It's still quite early -- a little after seven -- when River comes pounding up the stairs to the attic, enthused by the fresh batch of snow they'd gotten over the course of the night. Kaylee makes a sleepy noise and burrows further into Lloyd's chest. Simon is immediately awake, fearing the worst, but relaxing back against the mattress again when he sees that his sister is smiling from ear to ear.

"You scared me," he mumbles, but accepts his fate when River drapes half on top of him, shaking his shoulder to get him moving again.

"Fresh snow."

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[soulmakingsound]

"You must first brave the cold and prove your mettle in order to earn the warmth," River says, letting Willie Nelson flop against her shoulder while she pets his back. "Create small companions. Participate in battle. Then we may warm ourselves."

Simon sighs and nuzzles Lloyd's shoulder, not quite wanting to move yet, despite River's excitement to go outside and build things in the snow. "We'll -- yes. We will join you outside, River. But give us a little time to wake up?"

[brandnewkey]

It stops him a moment, to be reminded in more ways than one that he is surrounded by assuring voices, by people. And he kind of wants more than five more minutes.

But what River mentions sounds a little inviting too. "Just a little bit," he negotiates. "Before we head out and get cold all over again."