[the slew of arrivals with the summoning ritual is not unexpected, but the colorful demeanor of the people who come through is. wanda can't help the way her lips flatten into a thin line as she watches the bearded-man flail at fallen clumps of snow. would that their arrival match with the day snow sticks to its surroundings.
she takes a step forward towards him.]
It's just snow— [and a hand raises towards him, to lightly touch his arm] Take it easy.
arrival
she takes a step forward towards him.]
It's just snow— [and a hand raises towards him, to lightly touch his arm] Take it easy.