Overture Downs more than could be chewed

When she started to leave he was still processing, his impressionable brain deciding to shuffle her into the category of cool. Hey, wait! He called after her, realizing he was being left stuck in the snow. But she was already moving out of ear-shot. Swift groaned, thinking himself abandoned.

In her brief absence, the boy tussled with the drifts and lost again. He was slowly starting to believe he really was doomed when she returned. Offered a stick, Swift furrowed his brows while his eyes flicked between it and her.

I don't want your stick! I'm not going to trade. I told you it's mine and you can't have it!