icy: did actually borrow your walkman. (good at lying.)
Jack Frost ❄ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] icy) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-07-27 09:59 pm (UTC)

[ He can hear them but he can't see them, the cacophony is too great to pin down from any one direction. Sparing a glance down at Dave, Jack shoots a little higher and holds his arms wide to speed up the wind. Clouds broil and tumble over one another, thickening and darkening, and the air gets colder as the winter spirit turns all the dampness in the air to ice. Snowflakes rush down from the newly darkened skies and he shoots frost-lightning into the mess he's made, the arena of the heavens flaring here and there like silent bombs are going off inside muffling lungs.

Jack turns full-circle in the air where he peers around in a desperate panic. Follow the snow. Hiccup has to be around somewhere, doesn't he? Catching sight of waves, he darts down toward the water and swerves sharply around the mountainside, leaving Dave in his wake on the tall ledge of the fjord's end. He draws up sharply to see the enormous Alpha swimming, and dragons innumerable wheeling about. Blue eyes scan automatically for black scales, landing on the Night Fury where it rides the big monster.

Dave will have to stew in his frustrated worry while Jack zooms toward Toothless for news, almost out of sight. ]

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