[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;]The afternoon was dusted with flurries- something that Wolfram was starting to get use to. The first snow of the season had freaked him out, but it had seemed a few members recognized it so he was as stated- getting use to it. By now, the snow had at least dusted his pelt- but he had taken to eating some that was already on the ground. It was like water, yet solidified.
Other than that- yeah, snow. It was snowing.[/fancypost]
