Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

You just know I'm right. "As if!" the golden lady countered as she, once again, rolled her eyes. Holly was always quick to call others friends, but she hadn't enjoyed herself so much with others. Usually, you hear the saying 'opposites attract', now that seemed out of place. Oliver and Holly seemed so much alike considering their personalities, yet the two were having a blast with nothing but snow.

The shadow didn't look too supportive of her hat-smashing ordeal though as he declared that she would pay for the life of his snow-fedora. Oliver jumped atop of her and smashed her into the ground, a simple but effective gesture. "Oh will I?" A smirk spread across her face as she attempted to kick his back legs out from underneath him and get the upper hand.