In which Winter has a thematically appropriate query

[shardofwinter]

Not all Nexus days can be sunshine and beautiful frost patterns. Days like this are a grim, sombre grey. The mist is so thin in places that all it does is make the distance fade away sooner than normal, but it does apply a more reserved filter on a place often filled with joyous shenanigans. No, this is unmistakeably a day which makes the multiverse feel close, secretive.

It's in this clandestine scenery that Reynard strolls about. Far from hopping or skating through the landscape, he strolls about the place, setting ice on the path and covering it with a dusting of snow. In the residential and commercial districts, he's sent ice along as many pipes as he could find. As he goes he rumbles a low slow tune. Some might recognise the sea shanty when he reaches the familiar 'Ho... Ho... and up she rises...'. He's not a bad singer, all things considered.

He looks up from his work and fixes his eyes on the nearest stranger, singing fading into a deep hum and then silence before he speaks. "What is the coldest thing you've ever done? The most cold hearted act you've ever brought yourself to commit. Go ahead. I'm not one to judge."

Just as the quiet settles back into place, he pipes up again. "Actually, you can tell me the literal coldest thing you've ever done too, if you'd prefer. I can't resist a good ice story."


((Reynard is still handing out Winter Curses & Blessings and causing trouble if you would like to avail of any. Other than that: Caution to those who talk to spirits, they are proud and fickle people.))

Comments

[shardofwinter]

"What an insulting suggestion," he replies with a playfully indignant noise. Not that he's particularly offended. Then he looks suspiciously at the young man. "Why? Are you?"

[tsundoremi]

"No, I'm normal." No matter what other people may tell him. For someone who was thrown so off kilter before, he's gotten comfortable enough to at least partially joke back; in his tone is the clear implication that while he himself is normal, Reynard is, by a number of meanings not entirely limited to the discussion at hand, not.

[shardofwinter]

"'Normal' is an illusion. Dull is more likely, but you might protest that more than your normality, hm?"

[tsundoremi]

As predicted, there's a momentary flinch of offense, surprise, a quickly passing knee-jerk urge to protest. But it tapers in an instant to a wry, self-deprecating smile.

"No, compared to multiverse at large here, that's probably an accurate label."

[shardofwinter]

"My dear, I would worry if you accept it so lightly. I'm sure you're special as a snowflake. It is simply a matter of owning it."

[tsundoremi]

Self-deprecation isn't something he can keep up for more than a few seconds before becoming defensive.

"There's a reason 'special snowflake' is an insult, you know."

[shardofwinter]

"I could show you why it's the greatest compliment you'll ever receive... but you might well just be ungrateful about it. I wouldn't want to waste my time."