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Tempting how?

Sounds creepy too.

Perchance to join them.

Think twice.

Harry Dresden. You almost sound like you are giving advice to the Sidhe. Are you not wary of what you may be repaid with?

There are penalties for violating the accords, in broad daylight, in front of a warden, that even you wont be able to escape.

*laughs* There is no snow in Chicago. Yet.

What does that mean?

Why, whatever one chooses it to.

To you. I'm asking you.

That I am enjoying this swift show of Winter.

...why? 'Tempting'?

Because Winter is who I am. And yes, that is what I said.

I know, I'm trying to understand what's 'tempting'.

Perchance to join them.

Oh, alright.

Why not?

It might be misinterpreted.

As?

That would depend on the one observing.

You should ignore them.

Or you.

Me...?

I'm not the one from stopping myself from doing something because of what 'they' will think.

Or I should ignore you for presuming to advise in situations you know next to nothing about.

I know enough. It's very obvious.

There is nothing wrong with giving advice.

And why do you assume that what is obvious is all there is?

There is, when it is unwelcome and unwanted. And unneeded. And misguided.

Because you've said nothing else.

... You're a type of god or something similar, aren't you? You're all alike.

And why should I? Words are measured and of importance - misguided, they can do damage.

*laughs dryly* No.

Nevermind. You couldn't understand.

I think yes. On both.

Then hold your peace.

And, no, I am no god, nor anything similar.

You can't tell me what to do.

You're doing a very good job of acting like one.

*shrugs*

Pathetic. *zooms off*

They do look like they're havin' fun, hmm?

Indeed they do. They love it.

Mmm. *eyes her* How do you mean, temptin'?

Is not most apparent happiness that we have not tempting?

-exhales slightly, relieved- It is, I'll admit it. I miss bein' that young.

*headtilts* You did not resent being told what to do, when that young?

Oh, of course I did. But it was all for the best.

The sweet moments before they start to blame winter for the ills of the world.

Yes. They are so... open. Unbiased. Taking what is and not spurning it for what isn't.

Enjoying the beauty and the joy there is to be found in it.

I'm not sure they're big on the beauty bit quite yet, by the squeals and snow down the backs of their clothes, but I do believe the joy is... more than making up for it.

They still see it, even if they don't seem to yet. Fun is simply more important.

*slow nod* Indeed.

Do they lose both sight of both, later?

So very often. It is the frailty of what they are.

Pity. They miss a lot, so.

They always do. But at that young age, what they do find they hold almost as fiercely as the Fae do.

Psst. You've got an extra word.

Thank you.