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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Oh I don't know? Seems as though it'd be a good thing to get out of trouble for free, but if you want to take credit...

[ It just seems odd to her, is all. ] Well, I'm certain you can get up to plenty of trouble here.

[Maybe not every time, but after a while, it does give that feeling of just wanted to fess up and simply have people know you exist.]

Well, that's a relief to hear. I couldn't possibly know what I'd do if I couldn't. I sort of survive on trouble.

I doubt your life force and existence is tied to being a mischief maker. [ She's heard of stranger so it shouldn't surprise her outright. ]

Just try to not cause too much of it. There's no telling how many stuffy nobles may take a playful jest as an act of war.

It's not even about mischief. [Though that's how everyone tends to see it.] It's just about not taking life too seriously. Like that—if someone really mistook anything I did as an act of war, they really need to loosen up.

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