The snow had left her feeling super charged. Reverein itself seemed to have its own idea involving decorating for the season, building atop the little foundation she'd made: You couldn't tell which of the plants were her little devils among those made naturally by the world.

Such festive jubilation... that was her intention.

But Madhuri hadn't noticed she proceeded ahead while G'raha had stopped. Something struck her back, leaving a neat white circle of fine powder among the red fabric of her festive white-hemmed coat.

She paused and squared her shoulders. She didn't need to turn to know what that impact was.

"...A declaration of war, is it!?" She stooped and worked her first into a proper ball before she whirled and tossed one back. Once the ball had left her hand, she was already making for a handy sign for cover.