Nov 4, 2014
Snow In Berk
hiccuper
Jack didn't often get tired, but there were a few times, usually after bringing a large storm that he felt the need to rest, and now was certainly one of those times. He'd just spent a few hours spreading a blanket of snow over the small viking village.
Not a home escaped the touch of his snow. He spent a few moments observing his work, before he let himself fall back into a pile of snow with a laugh, letting his staff fall beside him. He knew soon enough children would be coming out to play. He figured he could rest his eyes for a few minutes until he heard their tell-tale sign of play.
