Sorry for the cheesy title, again.
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If there was such a thing as perfection, it would certainly be snowflakes. While he didn't have to make each one, he like to carve some of them once in a while. It took great precision and extreme concentration, but it was worth the beauty resulting.
He opened his palm and let his masterpiece fly in the sky.
Sometimes, he woud make a snowflake and send it to passers-by, just to see the their genious surprise when it landed on their nose. For the children, he would make a snowball and throw it right at them, even if they couldn't see who send it.
It was always these little things, their laughs, their smiles, that filled his heart.
He smiled sadly at the thought and flew away to perch himself on an eletric line. He froze the other ones with the point of his staff and let his gaze wander on the streets below.
It was late, just a few people were there. Noses muffled in their scarfs, hands sunk into the pockets, they were hurrying to get home, or maybe to a pub, he didn't know. On a deserted street, he could spot a woman wrapped up in her ragged coat. From the way she was flattened against the wall, she was trying to protect herself from the snow.
Jack felt a pang in his heart. From hundreds years, his powers had made casualties, and as much as he wanted to help them, he couldn't really do anything to make it better. He was first and foremost the Spirit of Winter, he was forever bond to his season, even if it brought tragic consequences.
It didn't prevent him from drowning in self-guit every time he thought about it, however. Seeing it directly only made it worse.
He got down and approached slowly, but it was pointless. Even if he was noisy, she would never look up at him. Jack sighed. He wished he could talk and get to know her. Maybe her life hadn't be as fascinating as others, but everyone had a story to tell.
With a movement from his staff, he lowered the snowstorm. That was the least he could do.
She didn't seem to notice, her face hidden behind the coat in a vain attempt to keep herself warm.
Jack pondered for a moment before making a quick decision. He gathered snowflakes to form a dog and then used his magic to make it alive. Led by his staff, the snowdog walked around the woman and nudged her. She jumped by surprise and widened her eyes. From the small wrinckles around them and the grizzled hair, she seemed to be around fifty. How did she come to live in the streets, Jack would unfortunately never know.
Shaking, she stretched her hand and put it on the dog's nose. The creature then moved closer and rested upon her body.
Jack smiled a little and gave it another burst of magic before taking flight. He couldn't stay any longer, which meant the snowdog would melt before dawn, but it was enough to keep her company through the night.