eachdraidh | first snowball ❅ video (open to both courts; post feast)

[There's a boy with white hair, quite obviously rather young however, staring with eyes blue and wide, a curiosity coursing through him as he peeks through closely. There's a moment where he seems quite anxious, as if he's unable to speak, but as he pulls back, it passes fast, a notable smile blooming suddenly on his face. The video shakes from his apparent bouncing, peering into the locket with nervous excitement.]

Hello! The name's Jack Frost, and if you can hear me, if you can see me—I really hope you can see me—please say something, anything, really.

[Fifteen years and he's only ever spoken to another spirit or two. Oh, how he longs for conversation! To be able to hear responses to questions, laughter towards his jokes, anything to let him know that he's heard, that he's seen.

He lifts a hand, hesitating for a beat before a small wave of frost lifts from his finger tips and he blows it forward. A hearty laugh soon follows, quite pleased with the act.]

I don't know much about what's going on out there, but I've got a huge stash of ammo for the best snowball fight you'll experience in ages. Heck, we can even go ice skating or sledding! We'll slide down hills or even mountains of snow. Anything goes.

[His smile grows ever wider with talk of his plans, a slight excited laugh escaping him as he continues to gaze with delight.] Look, wherever you are, it doesn't matter—I can get you one of the best snow days of your life. You'll have a blast. I promise.

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[Finally, someone with a sense of excitement in them.]

Never been in a snowball fight before? You really have no idea what you've been missing out on.

Snow's not really common where I'm from. It's all wildflowers and sunshine, where I'm from. [ Where she grew up, anyway. ]

What are the rules?

As pretty as that sounds, there's a lot of fun things you can do with snow. [Like how he lifts a hand to let a sparkle of flurry rush upward in a small quick burst.]

With snowball fights though, you just pack them in as tight and round as you can and try to knock out the other players.

Oh, I have no doubts about that. It can be very useful, too, you know. In a pinch. [ She smiles and winks and peers a little closer when he lets the small flurry loose. Part of her is a little worried for him, but then she remembers that this place is very different from home, and having magic does not equal being l'Cie. ]

That's it? So we all just run wild, hitting each other with packed snow? [ She's not saying it like it's a bad thing, though. It sounds fun! ] Is there a winner?

There can be. Whoever lands the most hits would be a reigning snow king. Or queen.

[Though Jack could also just enjoy the thrill of tossing them around for free throws. But a little competition doesn't hurt either.]

I'll have to give it my all, then. Being queen of the snow sounds fun.

[ And then, because she's curious; ]

Have you always had magic, then?

Since I was born. [More like since he woke up, but he doesn't know the difference yet.]

Been able to freeze things up a bit since as far back as I can remember. Why, can you?

That long? [ How interesting. She wonders if everyone from his world has special powers. But she'll ask that later. Right now, she needs to answer his question. ]

I can do something similar. [ She holds her hand toward the camera, and a crackle of ice appears in her palm. It's battle magic, though, so it doesn't really look as light and fluffy as his snow does. ] See?

[Even if it's not quite the same as his, his eyes light up as soon as he sees the ice, face nearing into the locket with a growing smile.]

You—you can make ice! Are you a spirit too? How'd you do that?

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