Hey guys. So this chapter is just some fluff that I thought you'd like. I PROMISE you that she will meet the rest of the lot in the next chapter.
Sorry for not updating. Although I don't like admitting it, sometimes I'm just to tired to do anything, really. Well anyway, hope you guys like this one.
The spirit of winter. This boy, standing right in front of her, was the spirit of winter.
He was the cause of her favorite season. He was practically the season itself!
Jack smiled at Lily. "We have the same abilities, you know," he said to her.
"I know," she replied breathlessly.
Suddenly, her lips turned up into a grin and she shouted, "THAT'S SO COOL!"
Jack's gentle smile turned into a playful smirk. "Of course it is," he said. "Everything Jack Frost does is cool."
Lily rolled her eyes at his cocky attitude. She looked at the sky. The bright, flashy colors of the aurora borealis began to roll through the cloudless atmosphere.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh. "Always something that has to be done," he mumbled — mostly to himself. He looked at Lily as said, "We have to go."
He grabbed her hand, causing her to blush slightly. "WIND! Bring me to the workshop!" he shouted.
The wind whirled around them, enveloping them in invisible arms. She had been right, Jack couldn't fly without the help of the wind.
Their feet left the ground and Lily whooped in delight. She had never flown as a human before. The wind picked them higher and higher into the air.
Suddenly, Jack dropped Lily, letting go of her waist. She stared up, open-mouthed and in shock at Jack.
She saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and she knew he was messing with her.
She started screaming and flailing her limbs through the air, making it look like she was in more danger than she was.
She felt a cool arm slip around her waist again as she slowed in her fall. Jack had a grin the size of the crescent moon plastered on his face.
He was having so much fun. A very irritated Lily growled at his definition of humor. "Jerk," she muttered through her clenched teeth.
He really was a trickster. But there seemed to be one thing he'd forgotten. So was she.
Thinking back to her earlier conversation about abilities, she thought, We don't have all the same abilities, Jack.
A smile tugged at her lips as she removed two fistfuls of snow from the two pockets that were sewn into her dress.
She moved slowly so Jack wouldn't feel her squirming and foil her plan. Carefully, she packed them together, creating the perfect snowball.
The smile had grown bigger on her face and she looked up at Jack — his own smile still clear on his face.
"Jack," she said softly, causing him to frown and look down at her. She shoved the snow in his face.
Jack, startled by the unexpected attack, let go of Lily, sending her plummeting down to Earth. Exactly what she wanted.
Ignoring Jack's panicked shouts, she imagined the white falcon that she shifted into whenever she needed a fast mode of transportation.
She felt her entire body tingle with change. She felt strong wings guiding her through the air.
A tail that steered her away from the sharp trees that were no more than a few feet below her. She listened for Jack's panicked cries.
But he had gone silent. Grinning mentally, she turned in the air to face him. The cocky smirk had vanished from his face, replaced with a gaping mouth.
"You... you just... how did you... WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" Jack blurted.
Lily laughed silently. The poor guy was robbed of his words. He flew up next to her and she looked at him.
She was gliding now, just coasting with the air currents so Jack easily kept pace. His beautiful blue eyes were darting around, frantic and worried.
"You're the worst, Lily." He muttered. "I thought you were going to DIE!" he exclaimed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost swear he saw the corners of her beak turn up. With the knowledge that Lily was okay and could fly on her own, he smiled.
It truly was an amazing trick.
It was hard to trick a trickster, but Lily had done just that.
Sighing, Jack said, "Race you north."