No picture that I can use today. So thank you to Serami Nerafa for the idea! If anyone else has one, send it in! I do not own RoTG or GoC.
Jack had been trying to track down the Yetis when he found it. A castle, perched on top of a mountain, covered from head to toe in blue lapis and sheets of silver. And moon symbols. Lots and lots of them.
Moons in crescent and in gibbous; that waxed and waned. At full and half and new, and every shade in between.
And if that wasn't enough, moon-faced monks with moon-shaped hairdos and moon-patterned robes. Very annoying monks with moon-shaped hairdos and moon-patterned robes.
Jack watched silently from the roof as the most monk-like of the men struck on a gong, summoning the picture of someone so kind, so gentle, that for a moment, Jack couldn't be mad.
The Man in the Moon. Jack knew. He watched as the monks spoke to the Man in the Moon about something, tried to ignore how the Moon smiled at that, tried to ignore the fact that the Moon was talking to these…mindless monks, and refusing to answer his questions.
Tried to ignore the pain and sorrow that dredged up in his heart, or the way that the weather turned stormy.
He made sure that all of the monks were…preoccupied, and flew off to cause some mischief. Every water pipe frozen, every floor turned icy. Windows coated in ice so thick that you couldn't see out of them, and flames frozen on their candles.
And when the monks came back in, Jack took a wicked pleasure in dumping snow on top of their moon-shaped heads and ruining their moon shaped hair. In watching moon monks slide into moon shaped chairs.
And of course, the icing on the cake, a snowball thrown squarely at every single monk's annoyingly moon-shaped face.
And he could almost, almost forget.
This probably wasn't what was expected. But the Lunar Lamas can talk to MiM. And Jack has... issues with the moon. He wouldn't take that well.