[Whether you found a certain note on the bulletin board, or just followed the noise outside (and it's a lot of noise, it's hecking wimdy out there), you'll be able to find the author of said note lounging on a rock like a cat, one hand raised lazily in the air and tracing languid circles, manipulating the wind in that way. When he spots that he's no longer alone, the wind stops and he sits up, crossing one leg over the other.]

Come for the practice, or merely passing through?

[Splat! A snowball whizzes past anyone who may be passing the gardens, and hits a surface behind or to the side. Who threw it? From where? Why?? The answer, of course, is Ithaqua.]

That first one was a warning, heheh! [He's surrounded by snowballs that are not melting... and perhaps you may have already noticed that there are snowballs everywhere in this particular corner of the garden, not just around the snowman. A certain someone clearly prepared for this.

Then he raises a hand, with another snowball packed into it already.]

Think fast if you want to be involved in this!