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The Snow Queen wanted to leave the village where she found the poor child frozen far far behind her. It was days and days when she once again stopped. More for her reindeer's rest than for her own. As the Snow Queen would hardly tire or grow hungry. It wasn't in the nature of one not quite human to grow tired or hungry, that was for mere mortals. However, the reindeer that were rigged to her sleigh were mortals, enchanted yes, but still mortal. She no longer felt the need to run or hide, for the winds were no longer whispering to her, they no longer told her to find the next shard of glass. It was here that the Snow Queen decided to put up her camp. Here in the dark forest she found an enclave between two trees for her to take a few scattered bear furs and pitch a simple tent. She had been previously sleeping in her sleigh the nights before. Sleep wasn't exactly the word you'd call what she did. Her eyes closed yes, but she wasn't sleeping.
The Snow Queen didn't need to sleep. She would attempt to, as it made her feel a little closer to human, but she didn't sleep. In the only memories she still had, she would remember living in an icy palace. Now the sleigh and a few bear furs was her palace. She remembered a time when she had Kay to keep her company, now only her reindeer, who at the moment slumped in exhaustion together snoring loudly. She took out of her sleigh assorted greens she had found and fed them to her reindeer, all of whom gobbled it up heartily.
She sat herself back down in her sleigh, alone with only the constant frosty chill and flakes of snow that were her constant companions.
"You all are a blessing to have pulling my sleigh, but you all are not much for conversation." The Snow Queen said to Bae, the reindeer who led the team.
"Sometimes, I wish you would talk to me, of course that's a foolish wish, I fancy reindeer wouldn't be very articulate in conversations. What I wouldn't give for an intelligent conversation right now" The Snow Queen said pensively as she pulled the devil's mirror from the bag she carried it in. Looking at her reflection she noticed the she wasn't exactly alone with the reindeer.
"...and who pray tell are you?" she asked.
Current Mood:
frustrated
Tags:
snow queen, puck
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Puck was wandering again. He did it often, but never quite this far as of late. However, with spring tightening it's grip on the Sleeping Woods and Oberon in the deepest mood Puck had ever seen him in, the green fey had decided to take to heel.
After hearing the Hunter's report regarding the goings-on in Camlann, he decided perhaps he should investigate himself and not worry Oberon with such matters. But the sheer amount of iron weapons prevalent had made even his usually tough skin crawl with unease and he quickly left the Northern kingdom to head further East. He found himself wandering into the the coniferous forests of the Koude Reizen mountain range, and he felt slightly more at ease there. There winter was reluctant to give way to spring just yet and the cold bite of frost in the air was reassuring.
Making his way through the trees, he was drawn to a clearing by the sound of a voice. A woman, and she was speaking to herself. Or rather, to her animals, he realized when he came close enough to spy her from a high branch. How odd she looked, with her sleigh and her accoutrements, but he knew immediately that this was no mortal. Something about her was...otherworldly.
He was about to move, about to slip closer for a better look, when he was spotted. Puck hesitated only a moment before dropping from an incredible height and landing with equally incredible grace on the forest floor. Standing, he skirted a bow. "Robin Goodfellow, milady," he answered easily. "Who might you be?"
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There were many things one didn't do in the presence of Puck, but the two most important things not to do, the Snow Queen had in fact just done. Her first mistake was revealing a weakness; a lack of memory left her open to suggestion, open to manipulation to those with few scruples and Puck had none to speak of. Her second mistake was hurrying to hide that mirror. Nothing piqued Puck's interest quite as surely as a secret to be found out, especially when said secret was being hidden from him. He was already getting ideas, mind turning shrewdly.
But none of this showed on his face, his expression one of carefully cultivated innocence. "Thank you, milady," he said with eager appreciation as he joined her on her sleigh. "Your generosity is great." He wasn't particularly hungry, but he took the offered food anyway. "I believe you'd found yourself in the Koude Reizen, a mountain range in the northeast of this world," he said between bites. "I am something of a wanderer as well and often find myself in unexpected places. How fortunate we should happen to meet in our wanderings."
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Yes, she had just shown weakness to her new companion. Yet, the Snow Queen's mind at that moment was churning out a wonderful little scheme. A scheme that if all goes according to plan, would let her regain her memories. The Snow Queen smiled at Puck a coy loving smile, the kind a mother would smile at her child as it stuffed it's fingers into the cookie jar. As she offered up to him the bread and cheese she patted him on the head.
"Does my cold not bother you, dear Fae child. How fortunate indeed we did meet here. Here I am, all alone in the world without a friend or companion to guide me through these alien terrains" She said as she purposely thought of cold winter, which caused nature around her to react by causing a flurry of Snow to fall on her and Puck.
"These mountains, they remind me much of home" She said letting the word "remind" have a large emphasis.
"I do remember my palace of Ice, how would you like that, to be a royal in a palace of ice." She said as she let the words "remember", "palace" and "royal" have a bit of a cool tempt.
"Yet, enough of that my Robin Goodfellow, where are you from?" She asked as she put the bag with the mirror in the folds of her fur coat with her hands covering the area.
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Puck paused mid-chew. She'd pat him on the head, like some child. No one pat Puck on the head in such a way, not even Oberon unless the mood struck the young faerie. His eyes narrowed minutely and inside he snarled at the condescending gesture, but his tone didn't change from one of guileless cheer when he spoke. "Cold is my favored clime, milady. My kind thrive in the winter chill." How funny that it should start to snow just then. Perhaps she had something to do with it; she certainly had magic coming off of her. But Puck figured it a minor thing.
Finishing off his small meal, Puck wondered what on earth she was going on about, but he gave her his best boyish smile. "I hail from the Sleeping Woods, milady, to the West, and before that, another world far from here." He paused, then went on, in a regretful tone, "Royalty and palace sound nice, indeed. Unfortunately, I'm but a servant who already has a master and there are no palaces for me in my future." Not that Puck really minded. Palaces meant a certain amount of responsibility that didn't suit him in the least.
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The Snow Queen was enjoying Puck's company. It reminded her alot of Kay. With the sleigh all packed and the reindeer resigned to their team, the Snow Queen sat back in the sleigh regally.
"I say we travel west as far as we can." She said as she cracked a whip and the reindeer started off. They ran a bit first then picked up speed running faster, and faster still, until at just the right moment when it seemed like the Snow Queen and Puck would careen off the side of a ledge, that the cold winds that follow the Snow Queen seemed to pick her and the sleigh, and the reindeer et all, and carry them into the sky. Yes, they were flying. The reindeer continued to gallop at full force, their hooves hitting nonexistant ground while the sleigh soared high over the Koude Reizen mountains.
It was then that they were off. High above the world at the coldest points, where snowflakes form from percipitation. Back when the Snow Queen still ruled over winter this would be where the northern lights would greet her. Yet, she was far from her palace of ice in the wild northern tundra.
"From here we can see the entire lay of the lands." She said as she pointed to the mountains they just came from.
"So what is the Sleeping Woods like?" She asked. "Such a peculiar name, a sleeping wood, do the trees take a midafternoon nap every day?" She mused in a show of uncharacteristic humor.
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The Snow Queen frankly didn't really know where they were heading. She just wandered about, letting her cold caress the people around her. People who were previously used to the warm spring that was beginning to come. She didn't quite know what awaited her here. Yet, she did get the ill at ease in her stomach, the feeling someone around her here was infected with a shard of the devil's mirror. So she looked. She looked high and low, letting her feelings lead her to what she needed to find. She didn't really place that Puck was still with her, as she was on a mission.
Soon she found it. A haggard Ozland denizen who was currently beating a gump that pulled her cart senseless.
"Stupid creature.." The Snow Queen could sense that the shard was inside of her eye, making her only see evil in the world, her hard working gump was the victim of her seeing it as a lazy beast. The Snow Queen grabbed the haggard woman's hand and sighed.
"Animals shouldn't be treated that way madame, you beat it half to death." She looked deep into the frightened woman's eye, and crying a bitter cold tear into it, removed the shard of glass from the eye.
"Hopefully now, you will see how hard of a working animal your gump truely is." She said as she took the piece she removed from the hag's eye and placed it in her sack with her mirror. It was a small shard, easily removed by just a cold tear of sympathy from the Snow Queen, since it hadn't settled long inside of her and festered. The woman cried over her half dead gump and kissed the Snow Queen on her cold beautiful cheek.
She walked away slowly. Still not paying much heed to Puck as she placed her bag with the mirror back in the folds of her coat, and kept her hand firmly on it.
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