[ There's peace and quiet to be found in the snowy Spinebacks and he enjoys spending hours playing with the sylphs and misty horses of the upper reaches, but Jack always returns to the castle-proper of Caer Glaem before the night is out and steals through the lofty corridors as silent as a breath of wind, only pausing to grab a bite to eat or brush off the fairies that always seem to get in his way by implementing unexpected races ('Not tonight, go on — shoo!'). Tonight, he makes his way into one of the many cosy common rooms and perches on the armrest of a sofa, staff leaning against a shoulder as he listens to an old resident weaving tales of an old battle by the crackling hearth (from which Jack keeps his distance).
He pokes a plate of snacks on the nearby table and freezes the icing of one to the end of his staff, intending to reel the cake back in to nibble on the hardened top — the plop of the still-soft sponge onto a lap gives him pause, however, ('Whoops!') and he glances over at the only other person sitting on the sofa who now owns somewhat crumbly clothes. ]
3. jack frost ❄ rotg (OTA)
He pokes a plate of snacks on the nearby table and freezes the icing of one to the end of his staff, intending to reel the cake back in to nibble on the hardened top — the plop of the still-soft sponge onto a lap gives him pause, however, ('Whoops!') and he glances over at the only other person sitting on the sofa who now owns somewhat crumbly clothes. ]
Sorry about that.