"Oh come on! Don't be such a sour-puss! It'll be fun!"
And with that the woman leapt onto her sled and let gravity take hold of her. She sped down the slope whooping and laughing as bumps made her sled soar for seconds at a time. She slid to a stop at the bottom of the hill still laughing.
Her smile was radiant. The blue-green sweater she wore was covered in flurries of snow. Her raven hair was accented only by a blue to green gradient feather held by a single braid. She dusted off her dark blue jeans and looked to the top of the hill. On a regular day she would have had to shade her eyes from the sun, but today was overcast. Winter was in full swing and every week was guaranteed at least one snowfall. She saw no sign of her partner and groaned disappointedly. She was starting to make the trek up the hill when she saw the figure sledding down the hill, full speed, toward her.
"LOOK OUT!!"
His masculine voice rang out, but was carried away by the wind rushing past him. The woman ahead of him dived out of the way and turned in time to see him crash into a bank of snow. She laughed and walked over to him, her genuine smile forever plastered onto her face.
"Are you okay?"
She watched as the red sweater pushed up out of the soft snow and the man turned to sit on his bottom. He smiled up at her as if to say "why, yes. I am, but this is your fault." He chewed on the bits of fresh ice that had found a way into his mouth.
The woman fell to her knees laughing softly while reaching out to brush some of the remaining snow flakes out of his hair.
"Why do I let you talk me into these crazy things?"
Her lips curved into a smile. "I don't know. Why do you?"
Her eyes sparkled with laughter as she rose above him.
"Wanna go again?"
No, thank you!"
His no came quickly but it wasn't harsh. She shrugged and headed up the hill.
They were in the hill-y part of Terrace park. This was the best place to do sledding. In both the summer and the winter. Durring the summer, the grass grew tall and was perfect for cardboard sledding. The winter, of course, brought beautiful layers of snow perfect for sledding and mini avalanches.
The woman came sliding down the hill laughing and whooping once more. Somehow she managed to keep control of her sled, unlike her partner. Then again, she was the better sledder of the two. They were both fun-loving, but he was a bit more conservative. She was the wild one. Together they were quite the pair and always seemingly happy.