[She allows herself to get hit, but she's prepared for the shot and only wobbles a little when she gets the spray of snow from the impact. She holds fast, her own still clutched in her hand as she starts to move closer... closer...]
Interesting. It's not like you to have your hand slip so much.
[But then she's climbing off the snowbank and walking (more like waddling on her skates) away from the ice and towards the tree without looking back at him, as if she doesn't even remember that he's there.]
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Interesting. It's not like you to have your hand slip so much.
[But then she's climbing off the snowbank and walking (more like waddling on her skates) away from the ice and towards the tree without looking back at him, as if she doesn't even remember that he's there.]