The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan stared down at the little winged snow people scattered across the ground with a raised eyebrow.

He waved a hand at them, kind of awkwardly.

"Look, I have a sword lesson to teach. You're going to be underfoot if you stay there, and I don't think it's going to go over well if somebody steps on you."

They stared back up at him, and tilted their little heads.

"Look, you can stick around if you go over there or something."

They didn't budge. One flopped backwards into the snow and waved their little arms and legs and wings around, leaving a tiny imprint of themself on the ground underneath them.

"Right."

This was going to make for a difficult sword lesson. Not that the snow was going to be a big help either.

[OOC: Snoooow aaaangels. Er. Open.]

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[thatwaslucky]

“You’re here even in the snow,” Rey greeted him. She wasn’t sure he would be, so she was half here just out of curiosity, but she was also a little impressed.

Because the weather had been unhelpful to her this week.

[uncertain_dume]

"Not that the snow is being terribly helpful to the cause," Kanan replied, glancing over his shoulder and giving Rey a nod in greeting. "Cute as it is."

And cold as it was. Kanan was well aware that anybody who showed up here for lessons would probably much rather he take those lessons indoors, out of the cold.

[thatwaslucky]

“That’s nothing when you consider you could have been doing this on ice skates,” Rey pointed out.

[uncertain_dume]

"When ice skates come into play, I have to stop and wonder just how stubborn I actually am," Kanan admitted. "I might have to draw my line at that one."

The little snow angels all started to spin and twirl around them, dancing and pretending to be on skates themselves.

"Hell, I might have to draw my line at this one."

He hated to, but the island didn't seem to want to cooperate with him on Fridays, lately.

[thatwaslucky]

“No, don’t, this is great,” Rey said, smiling as she watched the twirling. Lookit!”Have you tried asking them nicely to let you work?”

[uncertain_dume]

"I tried explaining that I have a sword lesson to teach this afternoon," Kanan sighed. "I think they're trying to convince me to give up on lessons and just play."

Which... admittedly sounded like fun, but if there was one thing he took seriously, it was the commitment he'd made to teach people.

[thatwaslucky]

“You can play afterwards,” Rey said, maybe mostly to the snow angels. “Or, you might accidentally whack them.”

[uncertain_dume]

"They didn't seem to much mind the prospect of being stepped on," Kanan noted, watching them spin and dance, though they at least seemed to be paying a nominal sort of attention to Rey as she spoke. "But even so, I'd rather not risk it."

[thatwaslucky]

“I’d offer to distract them, but if they don’t mind being stepped on I’m not sure I’d have much luck,” Rey said. “Which is very sad.”

[uncertain_dume]

"Tragic, really," Kanan agreed, looking down at the little snow things. "This really is inconvenient, though. I can only pack up and move into Hera's ship so many times due to snow."

At least last week it had been an actual storm. Today it was just... weird.

[thatwaslucky]

“Why not? It isn’t as if it’s your fault.”

And really, who knew if there wouldn’t be more snow angels, or maybe they’d follow.

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, no," Kanan allowed, "and it isn't that Hera minds or anything. Well. Last week Stance brought in half the storm with him, I think she minded then."

He'd been a difficult pup to corner and towel off. Even now he was halfway across the park doing an impressive job of blending into the snow, mostly by flopping down into it and then wiggling until only a rainbow-spotted face could be seen poking out, tongue lolling around happily.

[thatwaslucky]

Meanwhile once Rey noticed that, she was left with, “How could anyone mind that? Look at him.”

She said that now. She didn’t know.

[intotheout]

"So," Tip said, making her way carefully through the snow -- and snow angels -- all properly bundled up. "Let me guess, meditation day?"

Because she also didn't really want to step on any snow angels.

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm thinking meditation day," Kanan sighed, looking down at the little angel that was still desperately trying to teach him how to make a snow angel. IT WAS LIKE THIS, TALL MAN. "They're cute and they're well-meaning. And they also don't seem to want to give us anywhere near enough space to spar."

In the snow. Maybe this was for the best.

[intotheout]

"I think that one likes you."

[uncertain_dume]

"I think it wants me to roll around in the snow."

Which he continued stubbornly not doing.

[intotheout]

Right, he wasn't from around here.

"It's making snow angels," Tip explained. "It's a pretty common weird little snow day tradition on Earth, as far as I know."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan looked down at the snow guy, and then at Tip.

"... Making angels?"

Look, he knew what angels were, so far as they existed in his reality.

"I kind of figured it was just trying to get me soaked through."

[intotheout]

"You lie down in the snow and wave your arms and legs back and forth and when you stand up it kind of looks like the imprint you left on the snow has wings and is wearing a skirt," Tip explained. "Emphasis on the 'kinda'."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan looked down at where the little snow angel was now standing, gesturing pointedly to its own little snow angel.

"And people do this because...?"

They liked being cold and wet?

[intotheout]

"Snow makes humans go crazy?" Tip suggested. "I mean, people run outside and basically throw themselves into drifts. They might as well make funny shapes while they do it."

[uncertain_dume]

"I guess there's that..." Kanan frowned a little, and then shrugged. "Figure they'll back off and leave us room to work if I get it over with?"

He would feel thoroughly stupid if he did, mind.

[intotheout]

"I mean, what could it hurt?"

Tip was definitely going to take pictures.

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, for starters, I'm going to end up soaked," Kanan pointed out. That didn't mean he wasn't eyeing the spot that the snow angels were clearing away from, just big enough for him to settle in and start waving his limbs around.