Reynard North (
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In which Winter has a thematically appropriate query
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.))
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.))
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She shrugs. "Truth be told, I'm used to more mild temperatures for all the seasons of the year. A little warmth at some point during the year would be nice, but I wouldn't be averse to a mild Summer either. So long as Spring and all it stands for is skipped, I would be happy."
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"Then perhaps if Winter clings a little longer, you might help it."
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An eyebrow raises slowly. "Are you suggesting there's a way to prevent Spring from coming?"
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"There's a way to fight Spring..." It's offered with a long shrug. "How well it works depends on the Seasons."
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A silence settles between them for a moment as she considers his words. "What can I do to help?"
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Slowly, he raises an eyebrow. Curious. "Nothing. Yet. Spring hasn't stirred for the moment."
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The answer doesn't deter her at all. "And when Spring does come? What can be done?"
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"Stop it from asserting itself," he says simply. As though the Seasons are just playing king of the hill.
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She tilts her head slightly in a confused manner. "I don't understand. How can that be done?"
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"I- Winter fights it. The less like Spring it is, the easier it is for Winter to remain. The fewer new blooms and children of all shapes and sizes, the better."
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Another raised eyebrow. "Isn't it a little late to keep children from coming with the Spring?"
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Her lips draw into a thin line as she considers the most important aspect of all of this. "I don't suppose there's a way to identify all the lovers and round them up? It would be a lot easier to deal with them if I knew who they were."
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It doesn't take much thought before he supplies, "Valentine's Day is coming soon. It might be a good way to identify them."
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The mention of the holiday gets a blank stare from Amelia. "What's Valentine's Day?" Someone hasn't gotten that far in her culture reading, apparently.
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"Valentine's Day, a holiday celebrating romance and love. It gets sickeningly sweet in places."
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"That sounds... ridiculous." And not just because she doesn't have a love of her own. "What's the point of celebrating romance and love with a holiday? Isn't that what people are supposed to do together when they're in relationships?"
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"People forget to. It's a reminder, a celebration of love, and those you hold dearest." The Winter spirit is a little protective over it. After all, it's a holiday within his domain. "See it as being thankful that you're with your loved one during dark days where the night is long."
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"I... suppose you have a point." Perhaps she wouldn't be so dour about it if it encompassed all love, rather than focusing on the romantic. "Either way, it will be the perfect opportunity to round up all the lovers and usher them all somewhere else to let Winter reign a little longer. Even a few extra weeks of the cold would be enough for me."
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"Or a good chance to identify them. If you send them away too soon it gives them more of a chance to figure out a way back before Spring even tries to start. Timing, my dear. It's very important."
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