[color=yellow][h2][center]Lunalel Lightsword[/center][/h2][/color]

Sorcha didn't want to wake up it seemed. Well, she gave Luna a chance to escape at least and Luna took it.  She stood and took a look outside.  It was as she feared, snow was upon the land. She wasn't sure how, but the proof was right in front of her eyes and the cold didn't help the feeling at all.  She had a feeling classes weren't going to be as scheduled today.  As much as she'd like them to, flash snows were never good. . . Especially at this time of year. It was the warm time of year, not the cold. [color=yellow]"I should wake Sorcha up. . ."[/color] Luna thought aloud. [color=yellow]"First though, I'm going to get dressed."[/color]  The dragon did ask for five more minutes after all.  A couple of minutes later after Knightess dressed in her pants and tunic, she shook the dragon a few times, more roughly than before, to make sure she woke up.

[color=green][h2][center]Katherine Lindall[/center][/h2][/color]

Katherine had made great progress on her little trip into the school yard itself, though more her dolls urging her along and wanting to do so herself.  [color=green]"This snow came much too sudden and I had little time to prepare."[/color] She gave excuses to her dolls that practically chided her back. [color=green]"Oh quiet, you thralls."[/color] She replied irritatedly.  She knew they were right in their meaning though, she was a teacher and she needed to act like one. . . Though her mentor wasn't the best model of a morally right teacher. . . Neither was her father for that matter.  The old man was probably dead by now though, so what did it matter about him?  [color=green]"Oh joy, shelter."[/color]  The woman quietly cheered as she got to the building housing the classrooms. 

[color=red][h2][center]Eith, Shellagh Alpha[/center][/h2][/color]

Eith wanted to bite the man's hand off as he patted her.  Lesser beings ought not touch their superiors after all. . . But she refrained.  There was no need to bring harm to him for now.  She followed him out into the cold air and falling snow that instantly steamed away as it touched her.  She disliked water.  She was just glad it wasn't a rapid downpour of rain or else she'd be like some sort of steam monster moving through town.

[color=teal][h2][center]???[/center][/h2][/color]

The girl twirled and twirled until some mean spirited soul hit her in the face with a snowball.  She was highly unprepared for such a thing and went with the blow, spinning and falling face-first into the ground.  It didn't seem like she responsive until a few seconds later and she had processed what had actually happened.  [color=teal]"Owwie. . ."[/color] She mumbled, raising her head off the ground and trying to stand up again.  [color=teal]"Is that how people greet each other around here? Or is someone just being mean?"[/color] She asked aloud as she turned to the culprit. . . At least, whoever it was that she assumed was the culprit.  She raised a hand and made a few motions as if she were playing with water in a bath, feeling how the currents acted, as a few snowballs formed in mid-air. After a point where they seemed to be the same size as the one she was hit with, she brought her hand back and pushed it towards the girl and the snowballs lauched at the girl.  Either she returned the greeting or she was giving the girl her just desserts.