It has been snowing for two days and my street looks like a Chirstmas card. I'm in the mood to write some more of this (or make a snowman). Thanks a lot to everyone who have faved, followed or reviewed this. It is doing wonders to my motivation
The sparkly golden sand faded away before Jack could track it to it's source. It always did. He had been trying ever since he noticed the sand appearing at around the same time every night. He was getting faster, though. He was no longer as awkward when he rode the wind as he had been when the moon first pulled him from the frozen lake. He let the wind gently lower him until his bare feet touched the wet ground.
The snow had been melting for days. It was getting warmer as well. He heard the villagers talk about the end of the winter and the coming of spring. They sounded happy about that. Jack did not understand why. Spring so far was muddy. While the children laughed as they jumped in puddles of melt water, it was not nearly as great as a good snowball fight. And they were a lot more likely to get scolded by their parents after. Jack made sure to replenish the melted snow every night.
Something brightly colored caught his attention. He crossed the small clearing, the muddy ground frosting under his feet. There, in the crook of a low branch, rested a brightly painted egg. Jack blinked at it in puzzlement. He wondered what it could possibly be doing there. He picked it up to inspect it. Dots and wavy lines decorated the purple eggshell.
"Hey, kid! The egg hunt only starts in the morning! Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Jack turned around, looking for the kid the voice spoke too. When he noticed a tall, furry creature holding an empty basket and staring straight at him, he dropped the egg in surprised.
"Y-you can see me?"
The creature stop mumbling about someone named Sandy not doing their job and looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on the frozen ground as his feet.
"You're not a child. Leave my eggs alone!"
"You can see me!"
Jack's smile could have outshone the sun. Even the glare being thrown his way did not put a dent in his good mood. Someone had just talked to him. Someone could see him. The bunny-eared creature rubbed his temples.
"You're new, aren't you?"
"New?"
"You're some kind of winter sprite. You weren't here last year. That explain why there's still so much snow this spring."
"A winter sprite?"
"You don't even know? Look, I'll forgive you the extra snow this time, but next year you have to know when to stop. Spring has come. You're not needed here anymore. I have eggs to hide and I can't do it with all that snow."
Jack looked at the furry being with wide eyes. He had not known he had previously been needed, but it still hurt to be told he wasn't anymore. He looked at the egg in the frozen mud at his feet. Frost slowly covered it, enhancing the colorful paint with its delicate patterns. Jack did not know why they could not simply be hidden in the snow. That would make it easier, no?
"Hey, don't look like that, mate," the other being said, sounding somewhat uncomfortable.
At least someone is talking to me now.
That put him back in a good mood. His smile returned. It was the first time someone ever addressed him and he did not care that it was a grumpy furry being saying hurtful things.
"Who are you?" he asked with interest.
"I'm E. Aster Bunnymund. I'm the Easter Bunny. Speaking of, I have other places to be."
Bunnymund tapped his foot on the ground. Jack stared in wonder as a hole appeared there.
"Put that egg back where you found it, will you?"
Jack's eyes widened as he realized that the only person he had ever spoken to was about to leave.
"W-wait!" he shouted, running toward the hole. "D-don't leave me..."
Bunnymund jumped in the hole. It closed just as Jack reached it.
"...alone."
