the cold is there, it is detected, but is not felt —— rather, the chill that nips
at alabaster form does not deal sufficient damage to affect animate object
—— & it is silent. but silence lasts but a moment in the presence of fun, his
descent adorned with light laughter breaking the quiet that had settled.
azure only stares upon wintery spirit, weapon seemingly frozen in place —
— she lacks sufficient communication skill to initiate conversation.
[ Eyes remain sealed, though sleep doesn't come. Relaxed as he is -- admittedly as tired as he is -- Jack can't seem to fall asleep; let alone rest.
A heavy, somewhat irritable, breath is puffed out before pale lids slide back to half-mast, revealing slivers of the blue orbs concealed beneath. ]
[ It isn't until he sits up that the winter spirit takes note of the girl standing a mere few feet away, at which point a startled sound leaves his lips and his staff is risen, held diagonally before his frame in a moment of surprise before he settles. ]
"Um, what're you starin' at?
Never seen a guy sleep in the snow before?"