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Few creatures are as playful as the Borean chirrups when playing in the snow with their human friends. Claws clinging to hair and clothes, their fur soft and pleasantly cool to the touch, they delight in sitting on their human companions' shoulders, or even on top of their heads from where they can find a new target for their magic. Their ability to shift snow through a cry inaudible to human ears makes them excellent partners in crime when engaging in a snowball fight. Suddenly a small pile of snow will become airborne, only to fall onto the heads of the unsuspecting victims, drenching them from head to toe. The Borean chirrups' hidden powers of joy usually ensure that even the victims of these snowy attacks react with a good sense of humour, and they have quickly become a welcome new addition to the Keep. However, the chirrups are banned from attending classes with their magis, following one particular lesson where the professor was so overcome with the giggles that the class had to be cancelled. The source was found to be a sleeping Borean chirrup, hanging underneath the professor's desk.
Yup, def an ice bat.