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He sneezed a few times too, and together they tooted their noses among the trees, sounding more and more like geese than wolves; but it was fun, if a bit disorienting. He was fun, if a bit disorienting — a thought that made her smile. Ibis' nose wiggled a little and she tried to breathe through it, sniffling a lot, and listened to him blunder through some words that didn't make much sense together. Had his sneezes been so powerful that he'd gotten confused? Maybe. She tried to understand what he was getting at in regard to spring and sneezes but wasn't experienced with the seasons yet, so she didn't know what he was trying to tell her.

Whatever. She kept on smiling, as if she were wearing a customer service face. I liked winter! It was really pretty, and it smelled so clean. It was a little bit too cold for me, though. I'm -- well, I'm little, so I had to huddle with my brother to stay warm. Thinking of those days made her feel funny inside; happy at the memory, but guilty too, because Okeanos wasn't here.