[Brave, or prefered the pampering that Mikasa couldn't give with her hands full? Styx was already crouched on his level. Unlike Mikasa who was still stood and scratching her head. Ear giving a wiggle when a hand got a little too close, brushing the hair enough to show a glint of silver.]

All of them wear off after a while, once the magic put in runs out... Apparently, it's a speciality of fae but, [She shrugged.] I can only do it to things that I make.

[Though his mention of snowball fights makes her stare into the wall by his head. Distant. For a second.] I think it was to be a snowball... but have you seen how big some fauns' hands are?

[It was more like a snow boulder.]