Winter's Spirits. [Jack Frost]
"Snow..." Deuce breathed, stepping into the huge expanse of forest. "It's been awhile since I've seen snow..."
The white substance aforementioned had blanketed the forest for the first time in 4 years. The only forest that had stayed safe from anything had not been snowed on in that span, surprisingly enough. Kazusa-sensei had tried to figure out everything on what had caused this, but he had never pinpointed a source. So much for him stopping any experiments on her body.
Deuce had immediately came down after rumors spread about how the forest had been snowed on that night through the Peristylium. This had piqued her curiosity, so now here she was. Taking hesitant steps, Deuce trodded into the forest, bright emerald eyes glistening. She took a handful of snow into her hands and giggled upon remembering the stories Mother used to tell to Class Zero. One story that particularly came to mind was the story of Jack Frost. Deuce adored Jack Frost, even though the rest didn't seem enamored by him as much as she had.
"Hm...I wonder if Frost-san will come around sometime." she wondered out loud, then burst into a small peal of laughter. She shivered as a blast of cold air came from behind, pulling her scarf-cape around a little tighter.
"That was weird..." she muttered, and she walked on. When she got to the clearing that she knew oh-so-well from childhood explorations, she pulled out her flute and brought it up to her lips, playing a simple melody. It echoed throughout the forest, still having the strong ring from long ago. Another chilly gust blew through, but Deuce ignored it, still playing.
