paradisa | [5] 23 Days Until Easter

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[5] 23 Days Until Easter

[It's been a weird start of the month for Bunny. What with Holly Peaks, then getting not one, but TWO people from his home world, one of which he assumed was long gone. All in the space of a week. To make matters worse, the castle had decided to do this on the very month where Easter was held.

He could have sworn the place had done it on purpose.

As is normal for him, instead of facing any of the worry and heartache Katherine's arrival has brought him, he's thrown himself into his work. It needs to be done, anyway, and it means he doesn't have to deal with his own feelings on the matter. It's win-win, really.

And so, anyone out in the gardens today will find red tulip-like flowers sprouting everywhere, look closely enough and there's a slight glow to them. A few flowers are also blooming, revealing small white eggs on spindly legs within them. The googies, freshly brought into the world, are all heading over to where Bunnymund is sitting, pots of paint beside him as he goes through the labourous task of painting each googie, then sending them down inside the safety of his burrow. To await their big day.

Of course, to those who don't believe in the Easter Bunny, they don't see him. As he paints, his journal is open beside him, so he can listen to the casual chatter of the residents, a splatter of paint occasionally hitting the page and soaking into the paper as he works]

That whole dodgy Holly Peaks mess put me behind schedule. It's not like I can access my realm here, y'know. Everything has to be done by paw. But if it thought it could put me off, then that plan went down the gurgler.

[Another paint splatter, then a sigh. He can't keep his mind off things as much as he'd like to] Anyhow mates. Have any of you heard about Jack Frost? Mother Goose?

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Oh, sorry-- there you go!

[ She was listening to him, but she had noticed that the little egg was still running even though it was going no where. The foundling set it back down on the grass and watched it toddle over to the other eggs. ]

But you're still keeping busy here, preparing for Easter. Even though this place is different from home it still shares a few similarities.

[He watches the egg settle down with a smile]

Well, I wouldn't be a very good Easter Bunny if I let Easter go without any egg hunts. There a still kids here, and that's good enough for me.

[ She grinned and watched the eggs that were gathered around Bunnymund. ]

Speaking of egg hunts, do you need help painting? I was going to spend some time wandering around the castle grounds but if you need an extra pair of hands I can wait until tomorrow.

[He'll smile, offering her a paintbrush. Honestly, the chance to be in her company again after so long as far more appealing than anything else. If he could do that while still fulfilling his duties, all the better]

You know I'll never turn down a helpful pair of hands, Katherine.

Then you can count me in!

[ With brush in hand, she waited for another egg to wander by before picking it up. Once its little legs stopped flailing and settled in her hand, she set to work on painting it-- her first color of choice being red. ] So... I haven't met him yet but you mentioned there was someone else here from your time. You said his name was Jack Frost, right?

[Bunny continues painting his own egg, blue with white swirls, almost like vines, taking on an iridescent appearance as they neared the top. After all, if there was one thing the pooka could do, it was this]

That's right. He's been around for a long time, he has power over winter. A bloody showpony, if you ask me, but he's still a Guardian.

...North has a lot of hope for him.

He must be very powerful to have the ability to control winter. [ Both of her eyebrows went up, clearly impressed by this information, even if her gaze never turned away from the egg she was painting.

But there was a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. If she didn't know any better, it sounded like Bunny had someone other than North to get into arguments with. ] And if North thinks well of him then he must be a good person. He's always been a good judge of character.

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Maybe more than he knows. [Even Bunny is willing to admit that]

That, Katherine, is always a matter of opinion. North makes friends with dangerous wild animals.

[ With a laugh she starts to add little suns to the egg, taking care to add little flourishes with each ray she painted onto it. ]

That only proves that he's very brave too! [ She doesn't idolize North of course not whatever gave you that idea? ] And not all wild animals are dangerous-- Kailash is one of my dearest friends!

[Damnit North, why do you have to win everyone over even when you do really dumbass things?]

There's a difference between 'brave' and 'reckless', Katherine. Jack and North fall into that second category.

She's not exactly wild, though, is she?

There's all kinds of bravery you know. Sometimes you have to be reckless and daring, while other times you have to plan ahead and be clever. Like you and Ombric. [ Because no one wants any hurt feelings and she loves all you equally. ]

As long as you don't upset her. You never want to make a goose angry, especially one as big as her.

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[That, at least, seems to appease the pooka for now] Well, yeah. I suppose you've got yourself a point there.

No, that's why I never plan on doing it.

[ The sound of Katherine giggling was heard as her response, unable to help picturing it in her head. Perhaps she should come up with a story like that to bring laughter to other children.

With the final stroke of the brush, she held up her painted egg and studied it. The red paint was broken up by the little suns she painted all over it. While painting eggs wasn't the same as drawing pictures to go with her stories, it was still a lot of fun. ]

There, I think this one is done!

[ Satisfied, she set the egg down, waiting to let go only when it was standing steadily on its legs. ]

[Her laughter is music to his ears. He hadn't realised quite how MUCH he's missed that.

He nods at her creation, smiling proudly]

It's a real beaut', Katherine.

You think so? [ Grinning at his praise she watched the decorated egg toddle away, following after all the other painted ones. ]

It's wonderful that you do this every year, Bunnymund. I know the other children back home always loved your eggs.

'Course. I wouldn't have said it otherwise.

It brings the hope. And that matters a great deal. They need it.

Hope. [ She repeats the word, her voice taking on a soft tone. Hope is a powerful emotion. As long as one has hope, they can believe in anything and everything. It's certainly helped her time and time again. A driving motivation to protect all of her friends.

Holding out her hand to another egg she observed it pause in front her hand before hopping onto her palm. ] No one should be without hope.

[He watches her for a moment, before exhaling softly]

They shouldn't. And that's why I'm around. I'll make sure they'll always have hope, even when they don't even believe in it any more. [Arya springs to mind]

It's the duty he entrusted me with, after all.

[ It took her a moment to realize who the pooka meant when he said "him" and when she did, another smile touches the corners of her mouth. ]

How is the Man in the Moon? Has he also changed in the last couple hundred years?

[Bunny chuckles ruefully]

I think his sense of humour has got worse.

[ Her paintbrush hovered over the pot that held silver paint and looked at Bunny curiously. ]

Am... Am I allowed to ask? Did something happen?

Let's just say his latest choice of Guardian could have gone a lot smoother.

You know. If he bothered to explain things.

Oh. [ Okay, definitely sounded like it was something she should leave alone. ]

[Don't go there, Katherine, it is a bad place. Moon's started to act kind of a dick lately]

Anyhow, it's all worked out for the best.

[ She won't go there! It was a subject best left alone so that was exactly what she planned on doing. ]

Then that's all that matters. [ Going back to painting, it would be easy to notice that the one she was working on now had the same colors similar to that of Nightlight. She was trying to think of a different topic to bring up, thinking it best to change the subject. ] You know, I never thought I would ever see a library as big or impressive as Ombric's! The one here has so many books I'm not sure where to start.

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