Believe in Me

Digging Deeper

Jack's bare feet touched the ground right outside of North's home in the Arctic, the snow feeling soft like a pillow between his toes. The cold never affected him, if anything it made him feel better, stronger, more at peace. He was glad the jolly old man made his toys and wonders here instead of, say, the desert. Jack jumped through a window, swinging in and stepping down weightlessly without a sound. The room was empty, the fire flickered softly in the furnace but the usually worn leather cush chairs had no indent of where someone would've usually had sitten. He shrugged it off; Maybe North had to take care of business and trusted Jack on his own. Sure Jack Frost, the spirit of micheviousness himself enjoyed getting into trouble, but he didnt do it disrespectfully. Either way, he couldn't wait to find some sort of prank against Bunnymund. He chucked to himself, remembering the time when he pretended to fall out of the fast moving, rickety sleigh. The hare almost had a heart attack. 

The winter spirit paced the room before making his way back out the window and perching on the slippery roof. He liked heights. It made him feel like he was safe. Sure he could fall, but this way he could see everything, everything coming, everything going, the way everything worked.. even if all he was looking at was a plain snowfilled sky and an overdose of white powder covering any ground that mightve shown at some point, it still warmed a smile to his face. Slowly but surely, though, his mind wandered its way into less carefree thoughts. Something kept bringing it to Jamie. Was his own head trying to guilt him? Everytime he had aimed to visit his first and only human friend he had been swept away by some sort of event. He was getting nervous. What if Jamie was getting upset..? No, Jack's subconcious replied subtly, Jamie is determined as ever, which is why he was the last light left on the entire earth when Pitch tried to take over. He looks up to you, he wouldn't change that for anything. Jack smiled a little again, both at the relief of what his head had assured him and at the fact that the voices in his mind were actually saying things he WANTED to hear for a change. Maybe Jack was gaining a little more self confidence if his mind automatically tried to do something other than reject his hopes and tear down any tower of peace he had made on his own. "Jack!" A voice shouted from inside the room. Jack blinked a few times before slipping down the roof like a slide, grabbing the edge of the roof panels just in time and swinging himself back into the room, landing gracefully as always and brushing off the snow that had piled into the wrinkles and folds of his hoodie. He glanced up to the tall Russian man pulling off his jacket and plopping his black fur cap onto the floor for the elves to take to its rightful place, wherever that was. "You came! Is there news about Pitch?" Jack opened his mouth to speak, but stayed quiet, remembering back to that girl and starting to feel a little unsure. Was she even worth mentioning? For all he knew, she could just be a spirit scared to be in the sight of others. He didnt know much about spirits other than himself, so it was possible. But still, North had told him to bring up anyone suspicious, and he wasnt going to exclude her, even if she didnt seem to have anything to do with the nightmare king. "I ran into a girl in the forest near Burgess," He started. North blinked at him with a blank look. "So what?" The man asked, not trying to sound rude but questioning why Jack would bring up something so normal. "Well.. what was weird was that she seemed to be watching me or spying on me or something. That, plus she had the ears and tail like a fox, her feet were like paws.. she didnt look completely human, sort of like Tooth, just with a different animal." If Tooth had heard him call her part animal she would've freaked. Even though the extatic guardian was a hummingbird hybrid, she didnt like to be adressed as anything more or less than the tooth fairy. But North suddenly got a look of dawn, like a lightbulb clicked off somewhere in his head, eyes flickering with a glow that indicated something forming in the intricate, creative brain he housed. "Fox girl? Blonde hair and big, big, bright, bright, bright green eyes?" As he said this, North raised his fingers to pull his eye sockets wider to indicate, though sort of strangely, eyes bigger than even his. Jack was a little surprised that North knew the girl's description. She must be important somehow if North remembers her, he thought. Keep in mind that North is the santa clause. He delivers gifts to every child in the world. He probably just remembered her from there."  And there was the voice echoing again, going back to its old, negative state. Jack didnt see how something in him could be so downcast. He was in general happy.. sure things were getting more and more nerving with Pitch on the rise and the sudden meet up with the fox girl and the worry that Jamie might've thought he left him, but Jack couldnt really call himself upset. He was always calmer than most, his smile kept itself up and he couldnt remember the last time he ever faked truely being happy. "Come, Jack," North said, his voice rushed like it was when he got a sudden idea or thought, running without another word out to the hallway. Jack shook his thoughts away with a small movement of his head and jogged after.