Mean Seasons 11 In His Element
Sandy loved running into the winter spirit when he was on his rounds. Even before Jack became a Guardian, the Sandman enjoyed the boy's frolicking and carefree ways that usually took place after dark when it was only him, the moon, and the Wind, and the thousands of tundra flakes he ran through and flew around..
As he looked at Jack Frost now, the little man couldn't help but smile. The boy was creating frost on the forest foliage, coating the bark with intricate designs that gave the woods an unearthly look, as if they were made of handspun glass. Sandy nodded at the phrase. To anyone else, it was just ice, but to Jack, each and every design was his greatest work of art.
Once he was done with the trees, Jack danced with Wind for a good seven minutes, twirling and laughing, his staff lighting up now and again to summon a light dusting of snow or sleet that merged with him and made his giggles more joyful and playful. Flying, the spirit danced next in the clouds, causing a light snow to fall. Sandy noticed that the boy was oblivious to anything and everything except his fun. He was free, unbound by rules and restrictions and even free from prying eyes.
A light chuckle came from the spirit, and the dance, the flight, increased as did the sound of pure joy erupting from his throat. Sandy grinned and sent his sand wisps to dance with the snow ribbons, creating a breathtaking backdrop for the flittering, frolicking youth. Jack again seemed taken in by his mirth, and continued to race the clouds and the wisps through the air, turning and rolling, completely free.
Sandy loved seeing Jack like this, never had the boy embodied his center more than when he was in his element, and the Sandman would severely hurt anything and anyone who wanted to take him away from that freedom.