eachdraidh | third snowball ❅ video (open to both courts)

[The sight that is revealed in the locket first appears to be a stranger, a seemingly unfamiliar brunette appearing within it. But there soon enough comes a large smile, one that's most definitely been seen by some around the Drabwurld, a signature grin that would normally belong to a certain mischievous winter spirit.

Except now, the spirit isn't a spirit at all, or he doesn't seem to be. Because sparkling blue eyes have now transformed into a simple chestnut color and pale skin has become naturally colored flesh. What once was a notable ice spirit has somehow become a human.]

So I decided to try a little makeover—you know—do the whole dull color trend, blend in with the scenery, that kind of thing.

[What he tries to portray as disinterest is easily betrayed by his widening smile, obviously revealing just how excited he is about this.]

What do you think? Does it suit me at all?

( ooc: his icons will still have his white hair, but he'll still be in his human form throughout comments / the change comes from his boon, a necklace that allows him to change into a human when he wears it )

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It suits you! You are the spirit of winter, after all.

[ Then again, she's a little biased with blues. ]

Hmm, probably. But hey, even a spirit of winter needs some time off the job. This is my vacation attire.

And what would someone like you do on a vacation?

You tell me. How would a human go about their day?

I don't think I am the best person to ask about those things!

[ Her hobbies are a little out there. ]

What I do is fairly boring.

Hmm, I don't know. From my experiences talking to you, I doubt that.

I take care of the animals when I have my free time.

[ And just not going to mention the bone collecting. ]

Or read.

Animals? See, that's not boring. I like animals. Well—they're not always my biggest fans since the whole snow thing can bug some of them, but they did see me, so I dealt with them a lot.

The horses do need their hooves cleaned every so often. I go in the stables and feed them when they have hooves cleaned out. Rabbits are very easy to care for, on the other hand. I don't think Sophie would be bothered by you, brown-haired or not.

Sophie the rabbit?

[What a coincidence that one day he'll meet a little girl named Sophie who helps the Easter Bunny paint eggs.]

Yes! My rabbit is named Sophie.

Huh. And does she like snow?

[Important questions.]

She's still a baby, I don't think she's ever seen it!

Then I'll have to give her a sample! Most rabbits tend to like it from what I've seen.

Well, then, you're in luck. She's young enough to learn early on it isn't scary, not what a cat or a dog would think.

Dogs aren't so bad, but cats are a major pain in the ass if you try and stick anything cold on them.

[He's tested this often, obviously.]

The bigger the dog is, the more of a baby they'll be about it.

[ She's tried that, too. Great Danes are worse than little kids. ]

Ha, that's really true too!

[Oddly enough, suddenly he's missing a bit of his spirit qualities.]

You know, I just figured it'd be kind of nice—to see what it's like being a human for a little while.

May I ask why?

Ah, it's a bit complicated—

[Maybe. Though not really, if you think about it.]

It's just not always what it's cracked up to be—being a spirit, I mean.

So I've come to learn. But being a spirit means you don't have to eat or drink, right? That means now that you can.

[That's ... true? He didn't really consider that before.]

I guess you're right. Things'll probably taste a lot different now too.

But it would taste good for you after being a spirit for so long! And least you're able to! I know of another spirit who told me he doesn't need food or water, of course. He said that blood or souls would be the closest to it. A worst case scenario.

Wha-what? Really? [Blood or souls sounds like a terrible diet, honestly.] What spirit is that? Because I've definitely never met one like that. I sure don't go around drinking up blood.

Well, he's very strong. Naturally, being the melancholy man he is said he would die from exhaustion first, but I'll probably beat sense into him before that happens.

[ Just her way of saying.

She'll kill him first. Because he is that much of a pain. ]

Sir Lancelot is his name. But don't worry, he's mostly like a large dog himself. Very strong, loyal, and also prone to acting like a kicked puppy. He won't hurt you.

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