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Francis and Nyx cutely played around the snow, throwing each other snowballs sometimes, while building their perfect snowmen, those that could become alive and where the souls of those they loved but were lost could inhabit to come back to life.
All of this based on Francis' idea, which came to her when she read a children story book about a kid that built a snowman thinking about his dead father, and then the father inhabited that soul the next day, having time to spend with his son for one last Christmas.
"So how did your daddy look like, Francis?"
Nyx was making her snowman much more different than Francis', shaping it as a big, cool dragon with big, scaled armor and claws, and a beautiful, majestic reptilian head with horns like those of her father. It was because she was shaping it to be like her other mother, the mother that she wanted to meet and know more about.
