poor boy, lost &. alone, the wind is your only friend. his howls are your lullaby, his icy touch a loving embrace, the twinkle of stars behind the rustling canopy the glint of a smile, a whispered chuckle into your ear. you take solace in it. but doesn't it get lonely? little boy? do you not wish for a mother's arms / a beating heart / warm hands ? do you not wish for a father's smile / a deep laugh / proud &. callused hands ? do you not wish for a sister ? a brother ? a lover ? a friend ? do you not wish to have someone, to no longer be so so so alone ?
of course you do. but it is a mere wish &. your existence is far from a miracle.
She had, initially, been watching the humans on the shore.
Only in winter time did she dare venture so close to land, when humans were reluctant to go near the icy waters.
But then, something else caught her eye.
A human, but not.
Transparent.
Difficult to see if she wasn’t looking at him correctly.
Suddenly discontent with just watching, she inched a little closer and
“I’ve never seen a spirit before.”
“Or…or are you just a transparent human? I’ve never seen transparent humans before, but there are some fish that…never mind.”
He’d been sitting idly, watching the swirls of frost ERUPT from the tip of his staff &. turn the cold, stagnant tide pools into works of art. He was never one for fun in the sun, but once winter swung around, he wasn’t particularly OPPOSED to visiting the shoreline. Of course, only briefly. Old Man Winter had to go back inland to wreak icy havoc, after all.
The sound of an unfamiliar voice breaks him out of his reverie, it wasn’t biting nor ANGRY, for once, the tone seemed . . . gentle ?Strange. Not many people were ever glad to see him. Warily, the spirit turns to face the source &. spies a . . . fish ? / No, a girl - / no, wait, BOTH? What were they called ? Mer - something. Mer . . . er . . .
CLEARLY not a frequent visitor of the land’s beauteous seas.
Though, he was less shocked by her anatomy than by the fact that she could SEE him at all. Were fish people avid believers in legends &. fables ?Maybe. Or, maybe this was the same thing as the nymphs in the Sierras. Just some MAGICAL SHENANIGANS.
“ You . . . can see me ? ” He asks, although it’s more whispered to himself in disbelief rather than to his acquaintance. Butwhy did she say transparent? “ Ah - um - no. No, I’m not a human. Transparent or otherwise. My name is, ” he pauses, hopefully she didn’t turn tail &. flee once he said his name out loud. “ My name is Jack Frost. Who’re you ? I don’t see a lot of, uh, fish people in my daily life. “
