Author: Jomasten
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As Rogal braved the snow, thanking that the weather at least abated enough that he can actually brave it, began to look at the nigh distant neighboring household with a feeling of something that approached despair.
Time and time again, his efforts in building an impregnable fortress continues to be thwarted by his cousin.
If its not a loose 'stone' that brings down his bastion, it would be a damage made by Azmina's hands. And, no matter how soft the pillow, or fluffy the cushion, it would always be brought down Azmina!
In a fit of melodrama, Rogal came down on his knees, then dropped face-first into the snow.
Oh, what was the use. He might as well lie down here, and let Azmina...he shuddered...gossip him to death.
Right here.
Yep, here. In the snow.
...Where its soft.
And sorta comfortable...
...Like a pillow...
He scurried to stand, then began to work.
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Rogal's latest fortress would be considered innovative. For while there were parts made of the usual pillows, there came into play a new sort of material. One, he considered just as viable as cushions.
The outer walls were lined with compact snow, while the interior was lined with pillows to keep the inside warm. The battlements were lined with snow-covered pillow cannons, and some new experimental snow-launcher. He had to admit, the white snow off-set the colorful covers of the pillows. It was magnificent.
Dusting off his hands, and putting them on his waist, puffing up in pride, he walked into his most magnificent fortress.
...And came into sight of his cousin Azmina taking a nap on the plush floor, cuddling a pillow.
His shoulders sagged.
...wait, wasn't that pillow...?
A section of the ceiling above him suddenly came down in a torrent of softness.
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