If the girl had been paying attention to anything at all, instead of catching snowflakes in her hair while gazing at the sky, she would have noticed a peculiar raven lurking in the trees with icy blue orbs. But she was staring in the opposite direction, her mind far away from such possibilities. Somehow she had convinced herself that it was her time to be enjoying herself, not to be worrying about someone who hadn\'t shown himself for two months shy a half a year, which was the longest period of time she had managed to stay away from him. Besides, the gathering snow was something that was far more pleasant then anyone. Well. That could be debatable.
Time was irrelevant. And as much as the girl could have, and would have stayed hidden in the forest, she was beginning to feel anxious. Not that she would ever admit it, she wanted to get home. No, back. Not home. She wanted to get back. And, even more so, she would never admit that she wanted to see a certain someone. Not that she was missing him. It couldn\'t possibly be that. Anyway, she was keeping Pierre waiting. And he was being the perfect gentlemen with so much more patience then she could ever ask for.
Slowly, the Akari began to make her way back to the car, her sense of direction unsurpassed by any of her kind. Well, at least she thought so. By now, she couldn\'t feel her hands, feet, or face; and her legs were beginning to feel the biting of winter as well. What little she was wearing was hardly enough covering for her, and she wasn\'t in the mood for playing with fire. After all, the best thing about January was the numb feeling that was such an exquisite cushion. Through the thinning trees, she could see him now, leaning against his brilliantly red sports car that screamed out against the white scenery.
There was a mischievous smile on her face and orange in her eyes as she gathered what little snow she could, forming it into a perfect sphere with her practiced skill. With her wings pressed and folded tightly against her back, the Akari sent the snowball flying toward Pierre, almost certain that he wasn\'t paying attention to it. And with that same silly grin on her face, she emerged from the wood, cheeks alight in red.