The piercing cold beginning to register in her mind, Aamira suddenly realized she was sprawled face-first in the powdery, ankle deep snow. Wincing, she gingerly felt the back of her head where the snowball had unexpectedly hit.
"So much for appearing graceful", she muttered, clambering somewhat unsteadily to her feet and wiping snow off of her chin. The next snowball almost catapulted her onto her back, but she managed to stay upright and began to inch her way towards the shrine.
Reaching the grotto, Aamira let out a delighted gasp and gazed at the Christmas trees twinkling around her. How lovely... she sighed in contentment, then dashed for the entryway. Pausing, Aamira reveled in the peace that came over her before brushing the remainder of the white flakes from her clothing and hair. She made her way to the majestic shrine, sinking to her knees and lowering her head in prayer. Raising her eyes, she noticed a gift-wrapped package she had not seen before. Taking the gift in her hands, she uttered a final prayer then walked back outside, steeling herself for the onslaught of snowballs.