frcstiisms began to find Notes
Cool air rose the alabaster locks with a small updraft. Winter was coming, or at least, that was what humans would have taken the Wind’s warning as. However, Lucille was much more aware than that of humans, the knowledge perking the edges of her lips. Jack Frost was near. A least, a Jack.
Perched within the familiar trees beyond Burgess, the soundless spirit tried to smother a grin from her vantage point over the steadily freezing lake. Perhaps, if anything, the Guardian of Fun Times would be in for a game of tag or something of the like. She was in a playful mood.
With the flick of a finger, a parchment appeared, floating just inches in front of her, readying her communication.
A storm was coming; That was more than certain.












