{Completed} There are many stories and myths about special people. One sends gifts to children who behaved all year, while another hides little decorated eggs everywhere for them to find. One collects teeth and gives them rewards, while another make...
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"I witnessed everything," Jack flew over the woman, glancing down at her occasionally. "She slapped him after that and broke up with him but it was hilarious how the kid punched his leg. Hilarious!"
In the past 110 years, Jack clung to her side and was shocked to see how she hasn't aged through that. He hasn't changed either. There were times when he was terrified of the woman when she ran off and clung to a child she encounters.
It took Jack a while to know that she doesn't really hurt the kids but takes them to her small shack where the rest of the orphans sleep. He was shocked to see that the children can't touch her and go through her but she can touch them as she takes them away.
Even though she can't hear him or see him, he just stayed by her side while she took care of the kids as if they were her own. Some escaped her grasp which made her upset at times but let them go to find more orphans to take care of.
As it turns out, he had to grab a translator and finally understand what she was wailing every night. His eyes softened as she looked for her children. Must have been a long time to not recognize who she was looking for but knew they were long gone.
Jack also tried to investigate who she was but grew annoyed at many stories of the wailing woman and terrible theatrics about her. In the end, he just gave up and followed her.
When he first met her, he panicked when she disappeared when the sun lit the world and looked for her everywhere, fearing the worst that she accidentally killed someone who looked at her the wrong way.
Just as the sun disappeared and the moon arrived, she appeared out of nowhere in front of him and gave him a fright, scolding her to not do that. But she went on her merry way to find her children.
Jack was jealous of her at times. The people can see her and hear her, not like him. But knowing that it was because she scares them and they believe in her horror stories.
"Yoltzin!" Jack whined as he flew around her while she whimpered and kept going. "Now that I think about it, it's our 110-year anniversary of being friends!" He grinned and pulled out a party hat and dropped it on her head. The dead flowers, thankfully, stabilized it...sort of as they fell but he caught it before putting it back on her head.
Jack hummed and stepped next to her. He smirked as he saw she was slightly smaller than him, just above his ears. He grinned afterward and dropped a present on the ground in front of her and gasped, pointing at it in pretended shock.
Jack flinched as Yoltzin accidentally tripped over it and fell splat on the dirt.
"Sorry," he murmured before clearing his throat. "Is that my present?!" he grinned as he picked up the box and unwrapped it to reveal a blue sweater.
He dropped his brown coat and tried on the sweater, feeling the warm wool cool afterward and be filled with ice wisps around his collar and sleeves. "This is great! Thanks, Yoltzin. You always give the best presents."
