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Yarrow takes off a glove and holds their hand out, lets the flakes flutter down onto their skin. It's not really snow — they're incomprehensibly far from what a human would more accurately label as snow, floating high above it — but it sure as hell feels similar. They watch Gideon and Matheson lurk in the background, taking in the sight of their glacial surroundings, both bundled up in heavy layers.
”This place is so much like Earth,“ Yarrow notes. ”I wonder how Gideon found this planet.“
From apparently nearby - Dureena's stealth is so admirable - there is a soft chuckle.
“You only like it because you're nostalgic. You always talk to yourself like that?”
Yarrow glares at her. “Part of my charm.”
“Oh, certainly, certainly.”
“Let me guess,” Yarrow laughs. They hold their arms out, gesturing to the ice. “You hate everything about this.“
”Not everything ,“ Dureena responds. ”With layered clothing, I have more places to hide my knives. At least there's that.“
Yarrow can't help themselves; they have to smile wider, laugh harder, fall deeper. A flake falls over Dureena's brown hair, and her face contorts in annoyance. Yarrow reaches out and brushes it off, feeling the soft strands against their flesh, giving her cheek a slight stroke before pulling away, entirely enamored.
Dureena looks embarrassed, but Yarrow can read between her lines and knows that her embarrassment is mixed with shock and passion.
”Hey, check this out.“
Yarrow sticks out their tongue. For a moment, Dureena looks confused, until several flakes saunter to a landing on Yarrow's tongue, and they giggle, their shoulders rising with laughter.
”It feels so funny,“ Yarrow informs her. ”Try it.“
Another glare, this time from Dureena, but she ultimately gives in. It's out of curiosity, they know, but Yarrow likes to think their pull is irresistible. It takes a little bit longer for the ”snow“ to hit Dureena's tongue, but she smiles when it finally flutters down.
”Not that bad, is it?“
Dureena shakes her head. “No.”
