Q:"Haytham!" Jack shouted as he bounced out of a graveyard. Jack was small however. He now had the appearance of a six or seven year old; and wore only a long white nightgown and carried, his now smaller, shepherds crook.
It was that boy again, except he was even smaller now, and he’d just appeared out of a graveyard of all places. “Hmmm. Yes?”
“The wind was there when I was born.” Jack explained as he began to twist back and forth on one leg. “So thought that would make her my guardian.” Jack reasoned. It was true in a way, ever since Jack pulled from the icy waters if his small lake the wind had been his constant companion. It was the wind who gave him his first flight, it was the wind who let him travel on his currents, and it was the wind to protected him from those who wished him harm. So, in all since, the wind was his guardian.
Haytham was completely silent at the suggestion. The temptation to laugh was strong but he resisted. The boy, when he had been larger and more of an adolescent, had been mysterious and taken to flights of fancy before. This seemed to be completely in character for himself but he still thought it the imaginations of a lonely mind. “What of me? Have you tried to communicate…” he tutted at himself, remembering the age of the boy, and rephrased the word. “Talked with anyone else?” After all, he was supposedly invisible from what he remembered, and this might settle it once and for all.
The little winter spirit tilted his white spiky head in confusion. “‘What of me?’” He repeated. The meaning of the first question went completely over the small spirit’s head. However, he had no trouble deciphering the second. “No one saw me when I was big,” the boy spoke: “why would it be any different?” Jack reasoned. “Your the only one who can talk to me..”
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Reblogging for future reference..
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Why the fuck am I just seeing this now as a University student .
Q:Jacky giggled like a cackling hyena a top one of the many church roof tops dotted around Boston. Her turquoise eyes wreaked of mischief as a fox like grin lined her face as she peered down at the busy streets.
Alsoomse stood off to the side a little, arms crossed as she watched Jacky. “Do what you will so long as no one gets hurt,” she told her warily. “The last thing this city needs is another disastrous mishap.”
Jacky’s head perked up, “Disastrous mishap?” Jacky repeated with confusion. Now turning towards the other Jacky stated: “I’m not planning any ‘disastrous mishap’.” Jacky clarified as she stood up from her low crouched position. Then as she made her to the higher part of the church she stated, “I’m just excited about the message I received from Mother Nature!”
The Shawnee woman tilted her head to the side. It was rather unusual for Jacky not to be plotting some form of mischief. “Oh?” she inquired with a curious tone. “And what message could this be?”
A large grin formed on Jacky’s lips, and her eyes glistened with unbound excitement as she spoke. “It’s going to snow. One last snow storm before spring.”
So a little mischief was indeed still left within her spirit friend. Icy cold mischief, to be exact. “Well, it appears I will need to bundle up again,” Alsoomse teased with a small smirk.
Jacky nodded quickly in agreement. “Yes ma’m! And I finally get to show those spring spirits a thing or two…” She said without thinking.