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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Well, while snowballs do tend to be my forte, it's not just about that. It's just really about not taking life too seriously all the time. To enjoy what you've got instead of consuming yourself with worry. Life's too short to spend it not trying to be happy, you know?

[Well, maybe not his life, but he's seen people's lives come and go far too often in his experiences.]

Try telling my sister that. [It's said without really thinking about it and he sort of shakes his head to brush the subject off.] Trust me, you don't have to tell me twice. I believe it. What's the point in worrying about stuff you can't control? Focus on what you can do and figure out how to use it to do something bigger and better.

[Granted as long as Jack doesn't try to convince him of that when Ryan's stressing out over classwork or auditions or anything that philosophy stands. Otherwise...]

Until the winter hits though, what are you going to do now?

Right, exactly. [The response makes him smile, glad to see that someone's on the same page as him. He's seen so many people overly frustrated here that it's a nice change to see a little more optimism.]

Ah, well, there's still plenty to do. I'm staying out of the fighting of course, but it looks like there's still a ton of people for me to go out and meet. With a world as big as this, it'd be ridiculous to just sit around by myself.

You're from Earth though, aren't you? [Maybe? He's actually not that sure but it sounds right because all of the legends he's heard about Jack are set in his world.

Though, stupidly, he belatedly realizes that it could just be because they're Earth stories. For all he knows there could be alien planets that have their own alien version of people like Jack. Or Peter Pan. Or whatever.] I mean not that it matters, I just mean it's a pretty big world, too. Didn't you get to meet a lot of people there?

Ah, so you're from Earth too then. [Alien Jack Frosts would be all sorts of cool though, let's be real.]

In the sense that I saw a lot of people, then yeah, I did. The experience was a little different than how it is now though.

Yup. Southwest of the US but I just moved to the northeast. I wasn't supposed to see snow for another couple of months. [But hey, at least he sounds more thoughtful than annoyed. He thinks back to what Jack's initial message was and it suddenly clicks.]

Welcome to the world where you're not invisible, Jack. And the weird part is that new people arrive every couple of months so you'll never be short on people to meet. Enjoy it.

[He's not sure what the US is, from a time where it was still too early for that name to come about, but he doesn't ask about it, having picked up on the fact that people come from different times just as easily as different worlds.

But he's grinning when he hears it said outloud: you're not invisible. It was still a little hard to believe.]

Well, thanks for the welcome. I'm actually kind of enjoying the new scenery a bit. War stuff aside and the fact that not everyone's too thrilled, but hey—it could be worse, I guess.

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