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.))

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[shardofwinter]

"Tearing plants apart might be therapeutic," he points out lightly with a grin. He knows it would be for him, if he could ever bother to get his fingers into the dirt.

"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."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"And frustrating, if the ground is still frozen," she counters. And if that were true, it would be Amelia getting hurt, not the flowers.

"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."

[shardofwinter]

He merely shrugs at that.

"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."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"To be honest, I was trying to avoid thoughts of the beginning of Spring altogether. It's not a very pleasant topic right now." She sighs softly. "You have a point, though, and I believe that identifying the lovers is a good start. Another event closer to the start of Spring may be in order to best round them up at the proper time, though."

[shardofwinter]

"Do what you have to. Arrange an event if you need to. Or inspire someone else to. You have a month and a half to think of something if you intend to help me."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"I will figure something out. I will do anything I can to keep Spring from coming." This may require a lot more effort than she currently suspects, but it won't matter. When the time comes, she'll do whatever is necessary.