Kyra and Lucas worked side by side, their breaths visible in the crisp winter air as they rolled the snow into large, smooth balls.
The snow was perfect for packing, cold and soft under their gloved hands, and it crunched lightly with each roll, forming a sturdy base that would hold the snowman upright.
They took their time, making sure the snowballs were just the right size and perfectly round.
Lucas took charge of stacking the snowballs, grinning as he carefully placed the middle section on top of the base.
With the body complete, Kyra focused on finding the right materials to give their snowman a face full of character.
She dug through the snow, her fingers brushing past pebbles until she found two that were just the right size for the eyes.
She turned to look at him. Seeing him so happy, Kyra couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with concern, "Aren't you worried that Damon challenged you?"
