He breathed in the crisp air deeply, enjoying the feeling. The wind blew softly against him, as caressing him gently. A smile tugged at his lips as he focused on his old friend. The wind almost seemed to respond to his smile. Taking a careful step, he felt the old ice tingle against his bare feet. It was cold, but not painful like it would be if a human had done so. He focused on his powers, using his staff to air him. Although his eyes were closed and he couldn't see, he could practically feel the ice creep from his staff and spread out to the lake, making twirling and snowflake designs. If you'd ask him, he would tell you that ice and snow was a form of art.
The night was silent, but it wasn't the absolute silence that he actually dislikes. In fact, if one was to listen, it wasn't silent at all. An occasional 'hoo' was heard, nocturnal animals were running about, the wind was brushing against leaves of trees and bushes, and his ice would make a little crack as it shifted. However, it was completely safe. Jack always made sure his ice was thick enough that even a grown adult male could stand on it. He did not want what happened to him repeat. He continued walking across the ice when a buzzing caught his attention. Slowly, he opened his eyes, coming out of his revere. He looked up to see Baby Tooth smiling at him. He smiled back. Sometimes, he really enjoyed being a Guardian.