about ... 12? months ago

[inanhour]

It's not so cold that Sebastian can't go hang out with his friends and need accompaniment unless he tipsily falls into a snow bank somewhere. (A gentleman does not get drunk, merely... indisposed.)

But it is cold enough for there to be snow on the ground, and after stabling his horse, Sebastian pats a pile of the stuff softly. It crunches, very nicely, under his hand.

"Huh." He kneels to start molding it.

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[livinginmyglass]

It's several minutes later when Viola makes her way down from the house, crunching clumsily through the snow, trying to hold her skirts up with one hand and hold a shawl on with the other.

"Where hast been? We did expect thee an hour past--"