Post by Mikala Palakiko on Jan 7, 2020 22:17:21 GMT -8
Mika blew into his gloved hands as he walked through the reserve, trying to work out why he had thought this would be a brilliant idea. A week back home over Christmas and it seemed that he'd forgotten that it was like being in the Arctic when he returned. He laughed at that thought, as he was sure that his sister would remind him that this weather was nothing like her home.
Stopping by the lake, which was still covered in a layer of ice and devoid of life. He bent down and selected a handful of good sized stones. Throwing them into his left hand, he held one between thumb and index finger of his right, looked across the lake and then flicked his wrist, sending the stone skimming across the frozen surface, watching as small shards of ice flicked into the air each time the stone bounced off it, until it stopped bouncing and slid until it stopped. "May as well be the Arctic. compared to home." He muttered, pleased for the heavy coat his father had given him for Christmas.
Stopping by the lake, which was still covered in a layer of ice and devoid of life. He bent down and selected a handful of good sized stones. Throwing them into his left hand, he held one between thumb and index finger of his right, looked across the lake and then flicked his wrist, sending the stone skimming across the frozen surface, watching as small shards of ice flicked into the air each time the stone bounced off it, until it stopped bouncing and slid until it stopped. "May as well be the Arctic. compared to home." He muttered, pleased for the heavy coat his father had given him for Christmas.