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

Fiadh's thought process was far more... more than her own. Clover had only ever thought the snow to be a mild annoyance at best, due to the reasons that Fiadh herself had expressed, and her tail waved as Fiadh explained that snow could be fun. The optimistic nature in which Fiadh spoke with certainly lightened Clover's own (previously) grumpy mood—and she beamed as she came up with the most brilliant of ideas. 

How big do you think we can make it? Her tail waved and her expression turned diabolically playful, looking at her sisters sizable one and wondering if snowballs might have a limit to how big they could become.