Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

Clover's tail waved as Fiadh greeted her, and she closed the distance between them with a waving tail. Looking to what Fiadh pointed out, Clover tilted her head. It was a pretty decent size, if she did say so herself. But she wasn't sure exactly what it was, having not made one herself (yet). How'd y'do it? She asked Fiadh, circling the ball and sniffing it. Yes, indeed, it was plain old snow, but shaped in an interesting fashion and a pretty decent size to boot... not enough to bear her weight, she didn't think. But if they made more than one... or combined their efforts to make one big snow-thing...

But she really didn't have the creativity to muster up even the simplest answer of how Fiadh had done it. So she relied entirely on her capabilities, looking to her with a grin.