Again, the winter spirit said nothing. Instead, turning his attention back to Fable, who appeared to be dancing and laughing like a child "So what if I did, 'bout time she had some fun."
Fable was smiling to herself, spinning around in circles. She had taken up humming a tune, it sounded Celt in origin. "Come away oh human child, to the waters and the wild."
Pointing his staff at her, Jack glanced at Bunny. "She sings?"
"Oh yes, singing is one of the many forms of storytelling, as is dancing, so many forms, all of them I have a talent in."
Her voice no longer held an edge; it had lost all its anger and was replaced by nothing but pure bliss and joy. Laughing, Fable took Jack by the arm and pulled him up to her. "Care to dance Frosty?"
He could hear the Kangaroo snickering behind him. "The moment she recovers mate, she'll tear ya ta pieces."
Fable didn't seem to hear him, her lamplight eyes were focused on Jack, and he could catch the twinkle of blue that played in them that had come from the snowball. Feeling daring, he nodded. She smiled, something Jack found that he was growing fond of. Fable wasn't one to smile, and when she did it sat unnaturally upon her face like a mask. This smile, this smile was very much real, despite the fact that it came about thanks to the influence of a quote on quote joy induced snowball.
Taking up the Guardian's hands, Fable led him through a dance around the spot. Jack hadn't danced in over a hundred years, and even when he did, it had been a flurry of movements to old music. Not slow and or to the vocals of a knowledge spirit. Something strange came over him as he focused on her words, they carried a tale, and he found himself seeing the glen of the Faye folk that she sung of. He could picture the child that trekked through the woods, led by the hands of faeries. In this moment, Jack was beginning to grasp the true mystics of Fable's powers. She was like the ultimate storyteller.
Jack was not a graceful dancer, but Fable was a great teacher. He was constantly stumbling and stepping on her feet. She barely batted an eyelash, and would run him through the steps again, taking the pain in her feet, until at last Jack was able to gain some grace in the movements. Soon, the pair was moving about the floor without incident. Though Frost was cheating, embarrassment had caused him to call on the winds to lifts him from the ground, he was in his element and there he was graceful, there he could lead Fable through the constantly changing movements.
Yet, the winter spirit didn't take notice that the blue twinkling in her eyes was fading. Even more so, he took no notice in the fact that she was pushing him towards where he had set his staff, nor the fact that she was practically white knuckling his hands. This didn't fly over the Easter Bunny's head though, he watched, very much amused.
The look of amusement and mischief on Bunny's face did nothing to help Fable in her plans for some vengeance. Jack caught the expression, and managed a glance into his dance partner's eyes. They were void of the effect of the snowball; she was again bearing the cynical and intelligent lamplight eyes. As they neared Frost's crook, the pair both went to snatch it. Both reached it at the same time, though Jack managed to win by freezing Fable's hand to the wood. Resulting in her face being buried in his chest, snarling, she spun away, hand still trapped by the ice. "Nice try bookworm."
She glared at him. "Release me now!"
Pulling a look of deep thought, he shook his head. "I don't wanna."
Her eyes were ablaze. "Jack Overland Frost, you will do as I say or I'll be forced to perform a very unladylike act."
Chuckling, Jack drew her in, damn his height, damn him in general "Oh really?"
Fable was trying to keep calm; she was not going to lose her temper in another spirit's domain. It was impolite, and she was supposed to be working with them. Bunny stepped in. "Alright Frost, that's enough."
Fable's anger directed itself at him "Back off rabbit!"
He backed away, Bunnymund knew better than to get in the middle of this. As much as he'd like to see Frost knocked about, he preferred that he was the one doing the work. Fable was still a lady and a guest to the Guardians, and needed to be treated as such.
Before any of them could bat an eyelash, Fable placed her free hand on the staff and spun about, twinning Jack's arms. With a quick yank, she lifted him off the ground, and slammed him onto the floor in front of her. The winter spirit had been too shocked to react before he felt the sting of pain that coursed through his back. Still, Fable ended up throwing herself as well. Not a second later was she flying over Jack, thankfully she was prepared, which resulted in her landing with the grace of a feline on all fours…..well, all threes would be more correct. Turning, she glared at him. "I'll do it again if you don't release me."
Again, there was the mischievous smile. "I'll be ready this time."
He spun on his back, and yanked her off her hand and feet onto her back. Crouching over her, he smirked. "You're messing with the Guardian of fun; I could do this all day bookworm."
Hearing heavy footfalls, the pair looked up. Finding North standing over them. "That is enough, both of you. We have bigger problem to worry about!"
Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait on this chapter, I hope you found the wait worth it. Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that I am in need of a new laptop, mine is from 2008 and operates on Windows Vista. Which, of course sucks, and by the time I put a new program in, I'll being paying practically the same amount as I would for a new Laptop, also I've been lusting after the Microsoft Office 2010, and that comes with the deal I'm getting at Costco, so by sometime next month, I'll have new laptop to work from. So, that bit of news aside, I hope you like the little tussle between Fable and Jack, I thought you all would enjoy a bit of action and a small display on Fable's fighting abilities. I don't expect her to amazingly gifted in a fight, but she can hold her own when she wants to. She was raised in the mid 1700's so she still has a sense of attempting to be somewhat ladylike.