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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Hey, I'm the one being gawked at. I'm just making commentary.

Since she kicked this off, I might as well mention how insanely blue your eyes are. You look like you have snowflake patterns in them, did you know that?

[ Who's avoiding talking about losing his temper? Not him. ]

[Someone's in a weird mood all of a sudden.]

Well, that's awfully romantic of you. You're not gonna recite poetry to me next, are you?

No, the patterns, they're pretty much exactly like snowflakes. Seriously, haven't you ever looked at your reflection before?

[ STOP TEASING this is science. Sorta. ]

I suppose it's because you're a spirit.

I actually don't spend much time staring at myself. I'm not that conceited, you know.

[At least the scolding's been brought down several notches.]

But who knows, maybe I've just made so many that they just got stuck in there.

Edited 2014-10-02 19:38 (UTC)

You would be in so much pain if that had actually happened.

Absolutely not. My snowflakes are special—magical. They're soft, fluffy, and just need a home, Hic. [A whole heap of nonsense.]

These just happened to find that in my eyes. Maybe you should consider adopting some into yours too.

You're so full of it.

Maybe. But they've still done well to cheer people up, you know.

... Uh huh. I'm going back to work, see you later.

You have a really bad habit of running off, you know that?

[And he thought he had a problem.]

[ Dead signal, he's gone. ]

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