Snippet #2733686

Clara laughed and laughed as a full fledged war began with herself and the childern of Merian and Galen and his army of goblins. There was no winner and after awhile everyone hit everyone else. Clara couldn't believe she hadn't coughed a single time during this whole bout and when night began to fall and childern were called home, Clara walked side by side with Galen, Narissa pushing her chair.

They were dusted with snow from the fight. Clara lost a glove but she couldn't have been happier. "What a day!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Galen's as they walked the line of shops on their way back toward the castle. She looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how strong his arms felt. She had a hard time believing that his man held such a dark soul, it wasn't his but still. Something occurred to her then, and she realized why she didn't cough. "Thank you," She told him as they walked. "It was a wonderful, beautiful day," She said. "My first real experience of snow," She said and lay her head into his arm, she was still under his shoulder for her short stature, and she had to reach up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "For the magic," She said and giggled. "I know it was you, I didn't cough, not once, and every time I was hit, I felt a little warmer...Same magic as before." She said and grinned brightly. "Thank you for giving me this day," She said and released him, and sitting in her chair, allowing Narissa to wheel her the rest of the walk.