#THEY AR E SO SILLY TO MEEEEEEEEEE AOUGHGHGH

[unfxllenone]

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Did you just snowball me bro

The squawk Lumine makes in response to the ice that hits her back is both tragically and comedically comparable to the sound of a falcon's cry. Just.. Far less dignified, far higher in pitch. Far more surprised, too, than a bird of prey ever should be.

Her hand covers the spot that's been bitten by cold, excess snow fluttering from her shoulder with the motion, and her incredulous glance snaps over to the only other person within a feasible vicinity to pelt her with a snowball.

Red and black and sticking out like a sore thumb at the foot of Dragonspine. Doesn't he look pleased?

There's another beat, as if to process the situation, the outcomes, the consequences that are clearly due -- and then, she rights herself, wraps her scarf up nice and secure around her neck from where it'd been freely billowing before. The motion is nothing short of determined, same as that glint in her eye.

And there she goes.

"Diluc... so you've chosen war?" She tugs at the fabric one last time, ensuring it's unmoving (for now), before crouching and hastily making her own harmless projectile for retribution. Not much prompting needed for her to engage in this battle, is there? Despite the seriousness with which she tries to present her words, that note of amusement still rings clear. "You're about to find out that I'm a very scrupulous foe."

( In which: she will chase him across the hills and slopes of Dragonspine bearing the full force of Cryo without resonation, or she will tumble into the icy waters trying. )