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

[winterwork]

[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.

Comments

[winterwork]

Oh, come on. No one's out of their element with snowball fights. You're completely making that up.

[parallels]

I'm being completely honest.

Besides. I said out of my element. Not rubbish at them.

[winterwork]

Exactly. If you're not into the whole war scene, then obviously you're up for a little flurry fun. And ol' Jack is here to provide.

[parallels]

Lack of interest in one doesn't imply interest in the other.

[But she's grinning. Clearly she's getting a kick out of him trying to convince her and his deep passion about snowball fights.]

[winterwork]

[That grin is enough to show he's gaining some points at least.]

Alright then. Shoot. What does interest you? What are you aiming for while you're here?

[parallels]

Books. And traveling.

Though currently all aims are focusing on making sure no one I know gets seriously hurt in this ridiculous war. Basically, I play the responsible one nine times out of ten.

[winterwork]

Responsible's good and all, but that can get kind of dull if that's all you do. You need to spark things up every once in a while. [Though he personally tried to stay as far away from the word responsible as much as he could.]

Now I'm not entirely sure about the books part, but I can show you traveling.

[parallels]

Oh, believe me. Things get sparked up. More than you could possibly imagine.

[The downside of an extraordinary life. But the offer has her ears perked up and her eyebrows raised. Traveling around the world isn't hard, but she hasn't exactly found the ideal places to go.]

Well. Go on about traveling then.

[winterwork]

Sounds like you're no stranger to a little excitement then. [Oh, Jack, if you only knew.]

I haven't really gotten a good look at this world yet, but I've been over a good chunk of mine. I've taken a peek from the clouds though, and it looks pretty promising.

[parallels]

Excitement and I are old friends. A bit too close at times.

[She snorts a little before before there's an impressed look that takes over her face.]

From the clouds? What have you seen?

[winterwork]

Hmm, just a general view so far. There's a lot of land, that's for sure. But the sky—that's the nicest part for sure.

[He chuckles, shaking his head a bit as though he might've said something silly.]

I've already started to try to make nice with the Wind here. Tricky fellow, but he's taken me up pretty high, and it's worth it.