Here we are, chapter 3 is up and running, enjoy! ^_^ I do not own ROTG, just my OC
"What are ye doing to my hard work, ye pen bach?" Amberlynn screamed at her natural opposite. She and Jack Frost encountered each other at a park in Brisbane, Australia. The poor mortals were very confused by the drastic difference in weather. Brisbane and most other cities north of it were unusually warm for a winter in early July, while cities south were not only much colder, but some also began to report snowfall.
"I am spreading winter in a country that is in the middle of winter right now!" Jack Frost countered. "By the way, your Welsh is seriously showing again. What is it this time? Is it too cold for you? You know, with not being somewhere that is your own season or are you getting angry that I have the nerve to call you out on it?"
"Ye want Welsh? I'll give ye Welsh," she muttered, teeth clenched from the cold as well as from her annoyance brewing into anger at the winter spirit. "Cer i grafu, drewgi! I'm working directly under Mother Nature's orders. And if she wants a heat wave in winter, that's exactly what I'm going to give her! Ye know, since I still remain loyal to her and not MiM."
"That's not fair and you know it!" he yelled back defensively. Amberlynn stood up straight, her long, straight red hair blowing uncontrollably around her face, and stamped her foot on the ground, demanding, "It is too fair and ye know it! Ye had just two jobs, Jack Frost! Spread winter wherever ye go and don't fall into the politics of the Guardians! How hard was that?
"Oh wait, don't tell me. You're suddenly so special because the moon chose ye? MiM gave ye this gift and Tooth helped ye find who ye once were because she returned your human memories, right? And now because of one battle the Guardians literally dragged you to when they fought Pitch Black, and after ye chose sides in a battle ye never should ha' taken part in, ye suddenly become welcomed by the Guardians and join their little clique? All fer wha? A handful of believers who are quite literally now your lifeline?"
A freezing, sharp pain hit Amberlynn in her left collarbone, knocking her down to the ground. Jack, still gripping his wooden staff in the offense, white hair and blue hoodie whipping around from the violence of the wind, growled, "Don't say another word about what you don't know, Amberlynn Sommers! You weren't there when it happened. You don't know the pain of isolation, separation from any sort of friends or family. Try to hear from the original source rather than relying so much on what you hear from rumors spread by other spirits!"
Before Amberlynn said another word, she removed her parka so that she could move the sleeve of her wool-knit forest green sweater off her shoulder, exposing the site of impact where the ice had hit. Lighting a fire in her right hand, she slapped her hand onto the injured area, forcing the flame into her skin, not only melting away any residual ice, but also bringing up her core body temperature back to a comfortable level. More primitive, but also highly effective to just set myself on fire rather than internalize the heat.
"Okay, Jack," Amberlynn began in a voice way too cool and calm to be a genuinely good-natured tone, especially for her. "I have made a decision to give ye an option. Should I singe that pretty little head of yers or make some kindling out of yer fancy old stick?"
The winter spirit gripped his staff in such a tight, defensive position that ice slowly began to form around its cracks and crevices. Both spirits crouched in low, combative stances, ready to fight each other until the wind finally became so violent neither one of them could ignore it.
"Bloody hell," Amberlynn muttered under her breath, "You're in for it now, ye worthless popsicle." Jack shot dagger eyes in her direction and protested, "Oh I'm in for it now? You really should get another look at reality before you—"
"Or maybe you both should stop fighting like the children you think you are and sort this problem out like civilized spirits!" Mother Nature interrupted. Winds still not dying down, her forest green dress and jet-black hair danced with the movement, while her golden eyes burned with rage at having to intervene due to the damage caused by the petty squabble her two youngest spirits were in the middle of.
Almost as if to further prove her point, they both pointed at each other, insisting the other started it. "Honestly, Mother Nature, it's the middle of winter in Australia," Jack piped up. He stepped forward and insisted, "As the winter spirit, it is merely a matter of—"
Mother Nature stared right at him, golden eyes into crystal blue orbs. Her piercing gaze left a heavy pit in the bottom of the winter spirit's stomach. Jack broke the staring contest and dropped his head, saying no more. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath before she says anything else to either of them.
"Where do I even begin with the both of you?" she asked rhetorically. Turning to Jack, she said, "It may be winter in the southern hemisphere, but this is Australia. How many times have I actually sent you on assignment on this island? I suggest you fly yourself out of here so I can undo this mess you've created for me. Those mortals in Sydney are having a field day right now with this chaos."
As Jack immediately flew away, she spun around to face Amberlynn. "And you," she warned, "Need to either do your assignments on the days I actually assign you to do them or stay away from countries that are not in your own season if you desire to go your own way. Now with that being said, some countryside villages near Kazan could use a heat wave right now. You should get started on that."
"But it's the middle of the night in Kazan," Amberlynn objected, "You know I work in the day."
"Oh, I just thought after the job you chose to do last night, you suddenly became a nightly spirit," Mother Nature challenged. Knowing better than to argue with her any longer, Amberlynn replied, "Fair enough. To Russia it is!"
*Enjoy some more of Amberlynn's Welsh*
pen bach: Idiot (literal translation: small head)
cer i grafu: Go away (literal translation: go and scratch)
drewgi: Someone you don't find agreeable