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Battling a Blizzard

Did you know that it's never too cold to snow? Snow can occur at any time when the temperature is near or below freezing. When you combine snow with wind, you get a blizzard. Strong winds and steady snowfall cause the bad ones. Not to be forgotten is the ground blizzard. This happens when strong winds pick up fresh snow off the ground, even if snow is not falling, and move it. It can even happen with clear skies. Get the goods on this act of nature.

Blizzards - The History

The first time the word blizzard was used to describe a snowstorm was in the US. During the 1870s an Iowa newspaper used the word blizzard to describe a snowstorm. Up until then the word blizzard meant a canon shot or a hail of musket fire. By the 1880s snow blizzards were mentioned all across the US and in England.

Blizzards - Disappearing Act

Here's something you might not know: as the tiny grains of snow go flying by, they shrink as they slowly evaporate. We can't see or feel it, but there are instruments to measure this phenomenon. So the farther snow blows the smaller the flakes get. The reason a blizzard doesn't blow itself away is because something - buildings, cars and trees - will alway stop the snow. The good thing about blizzards is that they can bring plenty of water to areas that are usually dry.

Blizzards - Be Prepared

Don't just think of food storage as being prepared for a snowstorm. Here are some other things to have on hand just in case:

  • Batteries for a flashlight.
  • Matches.
  • Candles, enough to light your house.
  • Wood, enough for your indoor fireplace.
  • Blankets, in case there's no heat.
  • Shovel to dig your way out.
  • A way to heat the food (you will eventually run out of cereal).

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Ever Been Stuck in a Blizzard?

  • Yeah, I seem to get stuck in one every year.
  • I've been in one blizzard before.
  • No, it never snows that much where I live.
  • I've never actually seen snow before.

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(So, along with being a fanfiction of  The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time , this story is an attempt at a [character] x reader thing, with Duana representing the reader. It'll be Sheik x reader, but... well, you'll see how it works in the story. There'll be plenty of action and people-hitting to go 'round during it, and the buildup to the ship will be gradual. I promise that things that happen in parts 1-3 aren't necessarily terrible attempts at showing affection. I'm not sure how long it'll go, but it'll have at least ten parts of varying length. At the moment, I have four parts done, but I'll not be posting twice in a day. Feel free to voice any ideas or opinions through comments/PM! If you don't like it, I'd appreciate  constructive criticism , not a rant. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!) Part One A Man and a Lyre [Image courtesy of some random person on the Internet. Taken from Google Images.] Duana’s eyes snapped open. A forest. But her last memory was… of being cut into by a Thief's scimitar and falling… in the desert . Was this death? She grunted; attempted getting up. Failed. The nausea finally registered, and the trees spun about her vision. But she couldn’t go unconscious. The king’s forces could be anywhere. Duana would be easy pickings if she was unconscious and they happened to stumble upon her. A second attempt at rising succeeded, and she tightly gripped a tree, sagging against it as the spinning intensified, and she nearly vomited. Slowly, it faded, and she became alert again. She stood upright, looking around; scanning for signs of movement. Her sharp, red eyes at first saw nothing, then noticed a slight trembling of some undergrowth. Duana tensed, but knew she wouldn’t put up much of a fight--regardless of whether she actually fought or decided to run. Promptly, the swaying increased, and then the bushes parted… and a figure came into sight, heading straight towards Duana… ...with the red eye and tear on the navy blue tunic he wore. His eyes were also red, and his ears were pointed. The symbol was the symbol of Duana’s own race; a people trained in shadow and dedicated to protecting the royal family as well as their country, but who had failed miserably in it. Duana gasped in relief, releasing the tension. “I was so paranoid that you were someone working for Ganondorf….” The young man, a fellow Sheikah, tilted his head and frowned. “Ganondorf? He was exiled two decades ago.” “Wha…?” “Nabooru, Sage of Spirit, is now temporarily serving as the Gerudo queen until the next male is born. How do you not know this?” “I….” He peered at her. “What tribe are you from?” “Kakariko.” For a few seconds, he remained staring silently, his face unreadable. “What is your name? And who is your father?” “Duana. My father is Alechjo.” “Alechjo… he doesn’t have a daughter named Duana.” “What… what tribe are you from, then? What is your name?” He paused, drawing himself from thought. “Sheik, son of Geron, of Kakariko. You seem discombobulated. Are you alright?” Duana smiled. Her lips parted to say something, but another wave of nausea slammed into her. It felt like a punch, and she lurched, but the tree kept her upright. “I’m sure you’re not alright,” Sheik firmly said. As he dug through a pouch on his belt, Duana then noticed the lyre peeking around him, held in place on his back by a leather strap running across his chest in a diagonal line. Some of his blond hair escaped a ponytail a few inches long, hanging around his face as it was bent to see inside the pouch.
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October 16th!!!   :D
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