@droppingdonkeys gets my newest problem child
Jack likes to explore. It’s nothing new for him, he just likes to take some snow to places he doesn’t usually visit, to see some new reactions now and again. He trusts the wind to pick a good place, or at least a good direction. The little towns are often his favourites - call it nostalgia if you must - and when he spots a colourful one that the wind has brought him to, he can’t help but smile.
No snow follows him yet, only because he has to see what this place has to offer. He’s never been here before, that much he knows, so he has to look around. Jack drops, wandering around instead of letting the wind carry him, and some frost begins to creep over the stones of the streets where he walks. It’s busy here, small, but with plenty of people moving around. Actually, he may not be needed here. Whatever this place is, he can feel the joy that lives here. Maybe he’ll hang out a little longer anyway, just to enjoy it.
Some children run past, playing with one another, and their laughter makes Jack smile as he turns to watch them. It’s only once he turns that something else catches his eye. Now he’s curious, because he’s never seen somebody walk around with donkeys on their shoulders before. That’s impressive, actually, because he’s seen North do plenty of weird stuff, but this is new.
With a laugh, Jack hops once, and he’s in the air again, eye level with a now quite startled looking donkey.
“Now this is something you don’t see every day. Here I thought donkeys carried people.”
