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.

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[ziggyzoggy]

Sure; at home, mostly. The ones here ain't very talkative.

[winterwork]

Yeah, the ones I know don't do much talking either.

[But hey, spirits? Now he's definitely curious.] What are yours like?

[ziggyzoggy]

Aloof, mostly. They speak when they want--if they want.

If ya have a mind to listen.

[winterwork]

I guess that's a notable spirit quality then. Mine tend to be too self absorbed to pay attention to anyone else.

[Or at least to me.]

But well, I'm not like that, I guess. If you want a talking spirit, you've got one.

[ziggyzoggy]

Up to my eyeballs in spirits.

[o-oh :c]

One more ain't a burden.

[oh! :3a translation: yeah, you can talk to him any time.]

[winterwork]

[Jack blinks a bit before chuckling a bit, shaking his head in amusement.]

Well, that's good to know. What's your name anyway, bud?

[ziggyzoggy]

[No one has ever called him 'bud' before. At least, not in recent memory. There's a short laugh-- or it might have been a snort.]

Vol'jin.

[And he'd make a quip about being older than Jack, except 1) spirit, and 2) the hair throws him off. It's hard to tell with humans. Or spirits who were once human and now the anthropomorphic personifications of winter.]

[winterwork]

And as you know, I'm Jack. So it's nice to meet you, Vol'jin. Or Jinny. Can I call you Jinny?

[Because he can be more and relaxed around someone who gets spirits, so it's easy to get comfortable with crossing boundaries like nicknames.]

/snickering omg that's wonderful. and awful.

[ziggyzoggy]

[Hahaha oh god no, that's terrible. 8D]

Please don't. [Yeah, he looks. Serious.He will take almost any alternative because. Yeah.] Ya can use "Chief," if ya want.

jack chooses only the best

[winterwork]

[Jack breaks into a laugh at the reaction.] Alright, fine, fine. Chief it is. I'll keep that in mind for the future.

[ziggyzoggy]

I thank ya.