The black of the night was fading fast as a floating figure glided through the clouds. A speck of black on a surface of light blues and pastel pinks.
Still, she thought, it wouldn't be long until the tall towers of North's castle will be in sight. It might as well be, the build was huge the last time she saw it, and she felt that very little would have changed since. She had only took flight a few hours ago from lying on a roof in an American suburban home, but it rarely took more than a half hour or so to reach a destination. But what was taking her longer than usual was the fact that she had to be called in the first place...
Why would such a meeting be called to action now? I wonder what could cause such a stir in the first place?...Maybe it's...? She once again banished the thoughts fighting to take first place in her mind. Thoughts of...him.
No. It wouldn't be possible. It's been practically the Dark Ages since he's bothered any of us! But...Damn my curiosity! I just have to know! Might as well keep on flying. Unless I'm greatly mistaken, that's North's home in sight.
She was not wrong, for in the distance, a building under a large sheet of ice stood before her, tall and proud. Much like it's master. She flapped her wings faster to gain more speed. She didn't mind it, but she preferred to be out of the cold and into the warmth. She remembered that there was a window almost always open, so she gracefully turned to said roof. She dropped in the room through the window, and made her wings fold nicely into her coat again.
She drank in the scene before her: a bright colored humming-bird of a fairy was flying about in zig-zag motion, seeming to give out orders to smaller versions of herself. Tooth. A greyish furred rabbit, was fiddling with boomerangs whilst arguing with another figure in the room. Must be Bunnymund. A short, portly man of gold was twinkling sandy images to as he tried to "speak". The Sand Man. She raised a petite hand in a small wave. The Sand Man, or "Sandy", as he was known among friends, waved excitedly back. someone in front of him noticed. The one arguing with Bunnymund.
A tall, broad-shoulder man with a silvery beard, donned in red and black over-alls turned to her, his ice blue eyes widening and his smile beaming.
"Ah! Angelique! Very good seeing you again, da? Very good you visiting again!"
"It's good to see you again, North. But what was so important that you had to summon us? I had some prayers to listen to."