Touch of Winter - OTA
Haurvatat was defitnitely more mild in terms of natural weather than Jack liked. Honestly, lately it felt more like Spring than Winter. Forty degrees as a low? Pfft. He could do better than that...if his stupid staff wasn't still broken. Still. That didn't mean he couldn't bring out a few of his usual tricks. He was getting stronger, after all. There would be one hell of a snow storm yet if he had any say.
Jack ambled down the brightly lit streets of the village, lightly dragging his finger tips over the shop windows as he passed and leaving beautiful frost designs in his wake. He whistled to himself as he walked, and added touches of ice to the twinkling Christmas lights. Each twinkle threw riots of color with the diffusing effect of the ice. The Winter spirit skating around the couples and children shopping for their friends, and smiled back at the few that could see him. Christmas wasn't really his thing - sort of hard when you more or less left on bad terms with Santa. Not to mention being an invisible loner for three hundred years meant he had never actually participated. All the decorations did provide a lot of interesting targets though.
He took a running start and then lept up to smack a wreath dangling from a tall light post, leaving it covered in ice and acting as a source of a mini snow storm. Running still, Jack leapt at the next pole and caught hold of the top. He spiraled down and left the light post looking like a strange, icy candy cane. With knees bent and a whooping laugh, Jack let his momentum propel him along a slippery slide along the sidewalk.
Jack ambled down the brightly lit streets of the village, lightly dragging his finger tips over the shop windows as he passed and leaving beautiful frost designs in his wake. He whistled to himself as he walked, and added touches of ice to the twinkling Christmas lights. Each twinkle threw riots of color with the diffusing effect of the ice. The Winter spirit skating around the couples and children shopping for their friends, and smiled back at the few that could see him. Christmas wasn't really his thing - sort of hard when you more or less left on bad terms with Santa. Not to mention being an invisible loner for three hundred years meant he had never actually participated. All the decorations did provide a lot of interesting targets though.
He took a running start and then lept up to smack a wreath dangling from a tall light post, leaving it covered in ice and acting as a source of a mini snow storm. Running still, Jack leapt at the next pole and caught hold of the top. He spiraled down and left the light post looking like a strange, icy candy cane. With knees bent and a whooping laugh, Jack let his momentum propel him along a slippery slide along the sidewalk.