❄ first snow

[snowstorms]

[Despite waking up in a weird room, Jack isn't one to spend a lot of time indoors. He explores the outside of the castle instead, one hand on the journal, the other wrapped firmly around his staff. He is easy enough to see: a pale, lanky boy sliding along banisters, drawing frost ferns on the windowpanes, and even surfing down the roof on a ramp of ice.]

Pretty interesting read, I gotta say. [A cold wind ruffles the pages of the journal as he goes.] And magical too, if the transcription means anything.

Hey, magic book! Can you answer a couple questions? Like, ah, which way is home? I think I got turned around somewhere, even though that... doesn't usually happen.

Another thing. Didn't we already have Easter? [The cheer in his voice starts to fade.] Whoever wrote down the date in here is... more than a month off.

That's... weird.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him flying around like a lunatic or over the journal, just specify which!]

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[snowstorms]

[Jack sees her, but doesn't know what she's looking at, so he just goes back to his routine of mostly talking to himself. He casually skips down to study her.]

Snow in March? Depends on where you live.

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[wizard_redfive]

[Eyebrow raise. Sure. Let's talk about snow.]

It's hardly unusual around here. The snow remains a permanent feature until spring starts, or at least it did last year. And even Hempstead had spring snow every once and a while.

[snowstorms]

[Oh. Well she just definitely sassed him right back. He stops, blinks a few times, and then he leans in-- not invading her personal space, just to make sure her eyes are actually following him.]

You can... see me?

[wizard_redfive]

[Yeah, no doubt about it. She's staring straight at him.]

Uh, yeah. Am I not supposed to?

[snowstorms]

[He straightens.]

Not usually. Unless you... know who I am?

[He sounds a little too hopeful.]

[wizard_redfive]

No, I don't think so. Have we met before?

[She doesn't know too many flying guys.]

[snowstorms]

I don't think so.

[He rubs at the back of his head, then remembers his manners and offers a cold handshake. Of course it'll be cold, but that's to be expected from a boy who apparently runs in snow barefoot.]

My name's Jack.

[wizard_redfive]

Pleasure to meet you, Jack.

[She takes his hand, shivering a little at the chill. Then it hits her. Cold hands, snow, asking if she could see him like Bunny did...

Dairine grins back at him, confident in her deduction.]

Any relation to Jack Frost?

[snowstorms]

[He lets go when he realizes she's all shivering and stuff.] Sorry. [He smiles apologetically, but is confused at the grin, until--]

That's right! Jack, like Jack Frost. [He seems just as enthusiastic as she is.] How'd you know?

[wizard_redfive]

No, no, it's fine.

Several things. First, your hands are cold, but you aren't shivering. Second, the first conversation starter you think of snow. Third, you asked if I knew you yet admitted we haven't met. That means you're at least somewhat famous.

But most of all, you didn't expect me to see you, as if you're usually invisible. Who's goes by the name Jack, is associated with the cold, and well-known yet unseen? [She points toward him.] Jack Frost.

[snowstorms]

Yeah! You're pretty sharp. [He perches on top of his staff like it's nothing.] You'd make a good detective, you know that?

[wizard_redfive]

You're the second person to tell me that.

[And the first was a famous teen kid detective, so it had to be worth something.]

[snowstorms]

Then maybe you should consider it. [He grins, tosses a snowball into the air, and makes it burst into a flurry of tiny snowflakes.]

[wizard_redfive]

Thanks, but I'm happy with my current job.

[Dairine matches the grin as the snowflakes fall around her.] Nice trick.

[snowstorms]

Oh yeah? What's your current job?

[He leans over, evidently interested.]

[wizard_redfive]

I'm a wizard.

[snowstorms]

A wizard! [He's not just humoring her. This is actually cool.] So you can toss around spells and things like that? That's great!

[wizard_redfive]

It is! You can go anywhere and do anything. Being a wizard is the best.

[snowstorms]

Sounds like we have a lot in common. But, here's the thing...

Can you fly?

[wizard_redfive]

[Um... let Dairine think about that.]

You know what, I've never tried. But I can walk on air.

[snowstorms]

Flying's just a step above that. I'm not sure you can ask the wind for favors, though.

[wizard_redfive]

I might. Wizards are very good at asking for things.

[snowstorms]

Give it a shot. I'll catch you if you fall. I promise.

[wizard_redfive]

I'm holding you to that.

[Dairine isn't sure though. This sounds like whole a new level of bad idea. She wasn't exactly built for flight, so even if the wind picked her up, how would she maintain control?

But she's not about to lose face in front of some kid (even if he's 300 years older than her). Focusing her attention, she begins speaking in Wizard's Speech, the language that all things can hear and understand.]

"Winds. If you are listening, hear my words, for I desire your aid."

[snowstorms]

[Jack isn't exactly built for flight either, but he manages. He watches her carefully, hands and staff held out in case something happens.]

Whoa... That doesn't sound like introductory Spanish.