(ATHLETICS Roll) Right before you enter the gate, a snowball launches at (lowest roller) from within, slamming right into your face.  
  
Upon returning to the WHITE demense, you see dozens of snowballs whizzing by in every direction imaginable, screaming ringing out from every corner, and children lying in the snow. You entered an active snowball fight war zone.  

- You can see dozens of children AND a few adults flinging snowballs on the left, led by a boy in an indigo hoodie
- You can't seem to make out whom is throwing them on the right, but you DO see a consistent flurry of them flying out from the branches of multiple trees.  
 
*IF THEY APPROACH OR CALL TO HIM* 
Caelum does a doubletake realizing you are there. Not even a moment later, he is struck in the side of the head, knocking him off balance and causing him to flop face first in the snow. 
 
He stands up after a moment, shouting OUT toward the battlefield, before turning back to your group. "Didn't expect to see you here today. C'mon, let's go inside." 
 
He guides you inside the cabin, where BOHDI the yeti is standing to the right of the door, stacking VERY large warm towels on a rack. He picks one up and drops it on Caelum's head with a toothy grin, which covers him like a massive blanket. From underneath, you hear Caelum utter a muffled THANKS.
  
The snow fox from the cabin (Ouja) is walking around with a fresh tray of hot cocoa for anyone that wants it. He holds out the tray to your group for a moment, and Caelum snags a cup before he heads out the door. "And thank YOU."

*WHAT IS GOING ON*  
Caelum sits down on a bench, wearing the towel like a cloak and nursing the cup of cocoa. "So the short version is, the kids wanted to do a snowball fight and invited Whitaker to join in. Problem is, it's him against a hundred enthusiastic children. Personally it feels a bit uneven."  
  
*UNEVEN FOR WHITAKER*  
He laughs softly. "I meant for the children." 
 
Ouja hops back inside the door, his tray now full of empty cups. "They're making their final push, if you want to watch the ending."  
  
*IF THEY LOOK*  
The battlefield looks surprisingly sparse compared to two minutes ago. There are only six children left, all looking around with snowballs in hand ready to go, standing back to back in a circle, giggling excitedly like they have the greatest strategy of all time.  
  
Five snowballs fly through the air at perfect arcs from completely different trees and smash right into the top of their heads, each one flopping over in a giggle fit.  
  
The last one, a finch boy in a blue igloo coat, realizes he is the sole survivor. He starts throwing snowballs frantically in random directions and making more as fast as he can.  
  
At some point, he accidentally throws one so hard in the air that he stumbles and flops into the snow, that same snowball falling and smacking him in the back of the head.   
  
Whittaker magically jumps down from seemingly nowhere, kneels down in front of the kid, and touches his head with a snowball, smiling kindly.
  
This time, he is wearing a tight white vest with a ring of black around the midriff & a matching black choker, white jean shorts with a black belt, long white furred snowboots, and white arm warmers. He also has what looks like a snow white feathered backpack.   
  
You hear a soft sigh from beside you, and Morana steps forward, sipping on her own cocoa. "Guess the snowball fight is over, for today. So what brings you by?"

*REGALIA*
Her eyebrows raise seeing the little sword in your hands, and she points to Whittaker. "You might wanna take that to him. Right now.
  
*IF THEY APPROACH*
Whittaker is surrounded by the excited children asking him endless questions about how he hides in the trees and throws snowballs so quickly. And Whittaker is rubbing the back of his head with a nervous laugh at all the attention.

His ears flick a bit, immediately stepping in front of the children defensively, his mirthful appearance going away. "Can... I help... you..?"
  
*PRESENT REGALIA*  
He flinched at first, but upon recognizing his Regalia, he reaches out slowly and takes it back, hugging it to his chest as he stares up at you all, his eyes now glowing a soft white. "Th-thank you.. Kings of Kings.."  
  
Morana steps out from behind your group, and kneels down beside Whittaker, petting his head again. She looks to the children. "Sorry kiddos, it's time to go home, the adults have things to talk about." 
 
Every child goes 'aaawww' at the same time, but they all hug Whitaker before trotting off through the snow. Morana smiles and stands behind Whittaker. "Thank you for returning his Regalia, Kings of Kings. I think I speak for both of us when I say we owe you a significant debt."  
  
*CHALLENGE*  
Whitaker's eyes flare open, staring at you in fear at the possibility of what this challenge might entail. Morana walks between him & your group, smiling wide. "Well I think that is more than fair, that's why you came here in the first place. What do you think, Whi--"

She realizes he is gone again, a pile of snow left in his place. "...I should have seen that one coming."  
  
She will turn to your group, grinning a bit. "You know.. catching that little ninja of mine would be quite a CHALLENGE, if you catch my drift..~" She gives your group a playful wink.  
  
She turns and launches an ice spike at a tree, causing him to fall out of it all over again into the soft snow. She looks back to your group and nudges toward him as she runs to get behind him.  
 
She will walk up to Whitaker and pick him up from behind, setting him on his two feet and dusting the snow off him. "Sweetie, I know you're scared, but this is part of your responsibility as the demense Master. Now go and do your absolute best." 
  
*IF CHALLENGE IS MADE* 
 
Morana kisses the top of Whittaker's head and jumps just far enough to not be caught inside the circle growing from his feet (AND yours). He will frantically look around, realizing she is gone, gripping his weapon tightly. 
 
And he will sudddenly remember he HAS it, staring down at it intensely. He pulls it out of its sheath slowly, a flurry of snow and ice dancing around him in a tight spiraling column. He clacks the sword back into its scabbard, causing the snow & ice to blast outward in all directions.

He slips it onto the back of his waist, resting a hand on the handle. He takes a deep breath and tries his absolute HARDEST to look serious. "M-my name.. Is Whitaker Tormet'i, a-and I accept your challenge!"  
  
AFTER THE FIGHT  
  
*IF THEY LOSE*  
Panting tiredly, legs shaking, Whitaker sheaths his sword and flops onto his knees in the snow, staring at your group silently, deep in thought.   
  
Morana will step in behind him and just pick him up like he weighs nothing, carrying him bridal style with a smirk, much to his blushing surprise. She walks him over to your group and sets him down on his own two feet. "Go on, tell them~"  
  
He bashfully nods a bit and turns to your group. "Th-that was.. I-I mean um.. mnh.." Getting frustrated with himself, he forces himself to take a calming breath and actually talks with his full volume voice.  
  
"Thank you for being n-nice to me and bringing back my Regalia and if you want to try again you can!"  
  
Morana grins down at him. "What he said~" 

The two stand up and walk away hand in hand toward their shared home in the distance.
  
*IF THEY WIN* 
 
Whittaker flops into the snow on his back, his blade jammed straight down into the powder. Exhausted, battered and bruised, he stares into the sky, and you can see him smiling a little.  
  
When the gold circle dissipates, Morana walks up and smiles down at Whittaker with a Cheshire grin. "Well? Did you have fun?"  
  
Whitaker will sit upright after a moment, nodding a bit. "I-I did.. it was scary and tough, but.. it was alot of fun.."  
  
He slowly gets to his feet, wobbling a bit as he does. Morana reaches down to help him up, but for once, he holds up a hand and stops her, much to her surprise. He slowly walks over, picks up his weapon, cleans it on his vest, and slides it into the scabbard on the back of his waist.   
  
He then hobbles to your group, taking the weapon off his waist entirely, and plants it into the snow, scabbard first. "I-I don't wanna let this go, but.. I feel better knowing it's in.. ya know.. YOUR hands than stolen, so.. take the Mokha Verglas..~"  
  
He lets go of the weapon with both hands at the same time, slowly standing back up and walking over to Morana. And she is absolutely delighted to see this change in him. Morana takes his hand in hers, Whitaker smiling up at her, then your group.

Morana comments, "I think I speak for both of us when I say, you are welcome back anytime~"  
  
Whittaker nods happily and waves at your group with his free hand, both of them walking toward the house together, before Whittaker trips on a thick pile of snow and flops over, pulling them both down. And they both just laugh and laugh.