❄

[oldwinter]

[ Putting together an end of season festival doesn't happen very often, hence why most of the celebratory hints were intended for their new arrivals. Saviors, some have taken to calling them, even to their faces. But the solstice was for Winter alone. On occasion, these seasonal festivals haven't just been a welcome party, but a natural call for competition between siblings. Along with so many new faces to impress, well... Old Man Winter never had any intention of being quiet about it.

It happened overnight. In a matter of hours, the temperature dropped. Fallen leaves in the city, still crisp, still changing from red to brown, were coated in a soft layer of fresh snow. The lake iced over, the fountains froze, and the windows were overtaken by intricate patterns of frost. An icy, bitter wind whistled down from the northern continent. By noon it would be snowing again. ]

Comments

[petitgamin]

[He could feel the cold. His clothes didn't really keep any of it out and flying - he'd discovered - only lead him up closer to the cold air. Gavroche wondered where he could get some heat. Ah well, at least he had shoes]

[springlamb]

[HEY OLD MAN WHERE ARE YOU. Though she's also free for any other interaction.]

[oldwinter]

[ Taking a stroll by the frozen lake. Where else would he be? ]

[springlamb]

[Point. She'll be appearing nearby and trotting on over to walk alongside him, ridiculously bundled up as she tends to be at this time of year.]

[oldwinter]

Not going to skate?

[ He looks about as irritable and closed off as he ever does, dressed in a very simple, very old deep blue winter coat. ]

[springlamb]

Maybe later!

[And she's as cheerful as ever, about as put off by his attitude as usual. Which is to say, not at all.]

Trying to keep all the newcomers indoors?