Who: Jack Frost and YOU.
What: Pretty doodles on your windows and wave-skating and whatever else sounds fun.
Where: Begins anywhere on New Moore, ends at the beach.
When: Throughout today, but mainly during the evening.
Warnings: Tread carefully on the beach? Other than that, nothing.
[A light snowfall follows Jack wherever he goes. The soft flakes often melt before they even reach the ground, as he wanders too often for them to stick to the ground. Not that they would for very long if he did. He stops at a few windows, many belonging to people he knows, but a few at random as well, frost taking on the shapes of fairies that look less like the cartoons or other people, sharing happy moments and wonder, a few of looming figures and cliffs. He tries to not stick around long enough to be noticed, fleeing up onto the next story or running around the corner. Eventually, closer to evening, he stops at the shore of the beach. It wasn't intentional, totally not intentional. Oh well. Now that he's here, he freezes the water at his feet into ice and then creates a trail of ice as he skates up on the waves, freezing them in time for as long as he remains there and letting out a loud yell of pure, raw joy. He leaps in the air and spins, as if he's done this all his life, aiming his staff to create chaotic, jagged frozen patterns in the sand nearby. He doesn't know how long he stays there, losing track of the hours as the stars appear, but he'll be there for a while.]