~ La Moon: Jack Frost~

"The Man in the Moon…"

"Hm?" Jack, once deep in thought, had almost forgotten about the child standing next to him, wearing the same red outfit as she always does along with the same red worn out jester hat perched upon her short, choppy, maroon hair. It was Wander. From the way the jester dressed she did almost look similar to the elves back at North's. (He mentioned it once…and regretted it soon after.)

Brushing said image aside, Jack glanced at Wander curiously. "What about him?"

"Do you talk to him?" Wander simply asked, her face showing little to no emotion except for her green eyes.

"Of course," Jack answered back without much thought. "I always talk to him whenever I need some sort of guidance, almost like my own 'guardian' I guess."

Wander made a noise in acknowledgement of the boy's answer, unsure whether it was good or bad. "…Does he ever answer back?"

Well, that was unexpected. The once calm and relaxing atmosphere was now dampened and Jack wasn't sure on how to answer. "It's…kind of complicated. When I was 'born' the Man in the Moon spoke to me for the very first time; he gave me my name. He didn't start speaking to me again until I became an official guardian. Now we both talk to each other when we have to." The expression did not change on the child's face and it started to make the winter spirit worry. "…Has the Man in the Moon ever spoken to you?" He finally asked.

Jack watched the fool sigh (a different reaction, good.) and then she sadly answered. "He did once, back when I first started out. He stopped talking to me once I started to change."

Jack was somewhat confused by this. As much as he wanted to pry, he knew it would not do any good to use force. So, he asked something different. "What did he last say?"

"He told me "how funny it is for someone like me to care for someone else, when I only cared for no one but myself." He was right, but I would be lying if I said the words didn't sting."

Jack, for the first time, was at a loss for words. It sounded nothing like the Man he knew. Was his 'Guardian' that harsh? Perhaps things were different back then. In the end, the spirit of fun settled with placing his hand on her shoulder to comfort the girl. She accepted it.

"Jack? Do you think the Man in the Moon will ever talk to me again?"

"Don't worry," his hand on her shoulder started to tighten. "I'm sure he will someday."