[OPEN EVENT] Weekend Winter Wonderland

[wintershepherd]

Characters: All?
Date: March 8th-11th
Location: All of Keeliai
Situation: It's been a stressful month thus far for a lot of people, but Jack is determined to Make All The Happy and decides he needs to get back to his wintery roots by giving the city a proper snowing.
Warnings/Rating: People high on snow glitter?
NOTES: Actionspam OR prose, whatever is preferred! (Settings were just easier to prose.) Make your own thread headers if none of these suit! ♥



Jack had spent the last three hours balanced motionlessly on the top of a flagpole, head tilted back as he listened to the wind and the sound of the city below. Where is Winter? it asked. I'm here! the spirit replied, but he knew it didn't mean his physical presence. He'd had too much on his mind and too much in his heart and in that sense he had indeed been absent these last few weeks.

Eyes closed and thoughtlessly trusting, he tipped forward into open air, letting the wind catch him and hurl him upward into the misty cloud cover that scudded across the stars tonight. At his touch they thickened, fat and pale grey against the indigo backdrop and Jack swirled them up, the motions so ingrained in him they felt just like breathing. In the small hours of the morning snowflakes began to fall on the sleeping city, specks at first but then quickly becoming heavier.

Now with a fresh canvas to work with, Jack was really in his element. He could never have done something like this back home, not anywhere in his world. It would have been too strange, too inexplicable, drawn too much attention. But here on the turtle, things were different. There wasn't really a semblance of normal and Jack poured his imagination and heart into the things he wanted most to share, and from the snow rose gleaming swirls of snow and blue light, forming things of exceptional detail and delight.

By the time the sun rose, a solid three feet of the snow had blanketed the city, glistening and crisp and Jack went rocketing down the streets, rapping on doors and windows to leave spirals of frost on every surface.

"Whooohoo! Snow day! Get up sleepyheads, everyone come out and play!"


THREAD STARTERS
Ice Skating | Snowball Battle | Sledding Hill | Ice Cityscapes | Kids Playground | OOC Plot Post

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[epigrammatical]

"Nor did I ever learn the art of it. My sister Gwendolen was quite fond of it as a girl, as I recall—she seemed to find it quite romantic." He was feeling nostalgic for his childhood, which seemed a little strange; in general he gave little thought to a period of his life where he had been largely unformed as an individual and not capable of any particularly interesting thoughts. Perhaps it was the change of scenery. "I believe she thought she was more graceful on the ice, though she certainly had more than enough grace on the dance-floor."

[virginprice]

"Gwendolen, what a lovely name." He can see the Cruithne roots in it- that made sense, as Henry hailed from what would be Alba in his world. "I can imagine that soaring around the ice must feel wonderful- it's quite different than just walking. No wonder she would feel graceful there."

[epigrammatical]

"I gather one must pass through a period of considerable lack of grace before one can conduct oneself with any elegance on the ice," Henry said with a chuckle. "Perhaps that is why I never bothered; I had had quite enough awkwardness learning to walk."

[virginprice]

"Well, that does tend to happen in any sort of sport... the first time I tried to ride a horse, I fell off quite humiliatingly. My sister could not stop laughing." He decided not to mention that he'd fallen into a dungheap. That was just too embarrassing.

[epigrammatical]

"That was very unkind of your sister, and no doubt spiteful of the horse as well," Henry said. He was about to add another comment when they rounded a corner and he stopped short. "My goodness." He looked the ice-sculpture immediately ahead of them up and down in surprise. "That's Nelson's Column. Nothing so tall as the original, but—a remarkable likeness." He stepped forward to take a closer look.

[virginprice]

"Well, I landed safely so no harm was done. The horse was much kinder after that, though I cannot say that Phedre ever apologized for laughing so much." He stopped when Henry did, admiring the column. He had seen it before when walking around the ice sculptures, but he hadn't known what it was. "I noticed it before. It's very elegant."

[epigrammatical]

"It is as elegant as a monument to a war hero could be, I suppose," Henry said dryly, looking up at the miniature Nelson at the top of the column, and down to the four similarly-scaled lions at the base. "We do enjoy our great vertical monuments in London. Perhaps we are compensating for some perceived lack."

[virginprice]

"What is he remembered for? It must have been something important." Even in miniature, it was... really quite tall. The original must be taller than any monument in Terre d'Ange. Henry's jibe made him chuckle. "I cannot imagine what you mean, Henry."

[epigrammatical]

"England loves her monuments dearly," Henry said, so primly that it was clearly ironic. "Lord Nelson was one of our famous admirals, shot and killed in the battle that was his greatest victory. It seems to me that few of England's heroes manage to survive their triumphs."

[virginprice]

Alcuin's chuckle turned into a laugh, then a rather wistful sigh. "So many heroes do not. Perhaps that is why we idolize them- no one wishes to see a hero grow old and querulous."

[epigrammatical]

"They are still men, still shaped from the same clay as the rest of us," Henry replied with a shrug. "But you are right; nothing keeps up a reputation like a glorious death."

[virginprice]

"True enough. They are as fallible and as glorious as all of us can be." Alcuin wondered, briefly, if he and Delaunay were thought of as heroes in the Terre d'Ange that went on after their deaths. But their deaths were hardly glorious. It was a fleeting thought, fortunately.