Fable disappeared into another aisle of shelves, leaving the two Guardians alone. Bunny turned slowly. Jack glared at him, and straightened his sweatshirt. "Not a word Wallaby."
Paws up, Bunnymund said nothing, though the look on his face spoke volumes. There was a reason Bunny got along with Fable so well, they both seemed to share an inherent dislike of one Jack Frost. She found the 300 year old teenager to be a bit over zealous in handing out snow days, being a knowledge spirit she valued learning. One or two snow days were fine, but she had seen him give several cities five days worth of snow that closed schools. As for Bunnymund, need we mention the blizzard of 68?
It wasn't long until Long Ears was occupied with a book that covered the topic of Faberge eggs, which had wandered over to the rabbit as if drawn by some invisible force. Jack wasn't left out by the books; he felt something tapping at his bare feet, before him stood a blue photo album, which appeared to be looking up at him with such a strange innocence. Groaning, he stooped to pick it up. Opening it, he was able to deduce that the album was quite old. The pages were yellowed with time, and the binding looked strained. Flipping through the pages, he could only find pictures of windows, upon closer inspection; he realized that they were in fact photographs that focused on the frosted designs on the glass panes. So he had himself a fan did he? That seemed a bit odd for someone who had just pushed him off a table. Putting the book down, he shooed it away, watching it as it toted down the passage. Fable still wasn't back yet. "What's taking her so long?"
Bunny shrugged, nose still stuck in his book. "Females always take forever ta get ready."
Crook in hand, Jack shot up from the ground. He was getting tired of waiting. Perhaps he would get some fun out of exploring the library…. Or perhaps he could annoy Fable. The bird's eye view of the library was staggering, North had been right when he told him about it before they first came here. This place didn't seem to have an end, it just kept going. Spinning around, Jack flew over the bookshelves, trying to seek the knowledge spirit out. This was starting to prove difficult.
Yet, he didn't seem to notice something crouching within the confines of the shelves. Her books had kindly accommodated her. There was a smile on her face, and her eyes glittered with childlike glee. She loved to play hide and seek. When the winter spirit had his back turned, she pulled away from her books, her fingers digging into the wood of the ledge. Not as sound was made as she turned her back to the shelves, ready to spring.
When Jack turned, only then did she pounce, jumping right over him using his head as a launch point to reach the opposite shelf. Taking up roost at the top of the bookcase, she leaned back crossing her legs almost delicately, fixing her glasses which had gone askew. "Never sneak up on me in my domain Frost Bite, you'll never succeed."
He could only glare; she was seriously ruining his fun. Jack found that he wanted to catch her off guard, shock her, and make her unsure. Yet she was always one step ahead of him, be it in words or action. Flashing him yet another sardonic smile, Fable stepped off the shelf and went careening down to the floor. Landing on her feet, she looked up at him. "Shall we then? I think Bunny has finished reading up on Faberge eggs."
As she walked, Jack noticed that she had changed from her usual get up, which had been a simple brown tunic, black slacks, and a pair of plain looking and scuffed ankle high boots. Now she had darned a brown tank-top, a faded pair of jeans, and a burgundy leather jacket, she was still wearing the boots, and on her back was a worn looking satchel which was filled with…. Jack took a wild guess…books. Fable had even put her hair back up in a bun for the occasion, though the bun was now held in place by…..were those daggers? Great Moon the woman was dressed for war. For a moment she seemed almost threatening, but her glasses seemed to kill the effect all together. Smirking, Jack swooped down, beating her in meeting Bunny back at the repair table.
Bunny seemed amused by Fable's change in appearance. "Are ya expecting a stouch or something Sheila?"
Shouldering her pack, she gave him a once over. "Coming from the Kangaroo who runs around with boomerangs and exploding eggs, that's rich."
This earned her a laugh, Jack pouted. How come whenever he called Bunny a Kangaroo he got yelled at? That just didn't seem fair. "Suppose it is lil digger, shall we?"
Fable winked up at him. "Just let me close up shop."
She went over to her bookcases, running her hands over the wood, her eyes seemed to shine brighter than ever. Gradually, the candles that lit the domain were out, cloaking the trio in darkness. "Alright, let's go!"
Jack felt Fable brush past him, whispering in his ear. "By the by, he lets me call him Kangaroo because I didn't cause the blizzard of 68."
She spun away from him, taking place next to Bunny. "Take it away maestro!"
He tapped the floor, opening a portal to the Pole. Giggling, Fable jumped into the hole, followed by Jack and finally Bunnymund himself.
Author's Note: Guess what kind of weather I'm getting this evening... That's right! Snow! Last night there was a wind and rain storm, tonight there is snow and freezing temperatures. Thank you Jack Frost, the powder is much appreciated. I hope you guys like this chapter, and I am loving the reviews and ideas you are giving me, keep it up! Enjoy!