Ciri squeals, a delighted noise between laughter and a shout as she dodges out of the way just enough that the snowball sails past her head-- and hits the tree right behind her, erupting in a shower of white powder that lands on her face and hair, a burst of cold before she shakes it off.

"You missed!" Ciri teases. She seems very excited that Gideon has decided to join the fray.

Ciri ducks behind another tree and begins to stockpile a little bit of ammo for herself.