"Willow- the elves are all ready for the ceremony!" North boomed, gesturing for the girl to hop down from her place on top of the giant globe.
"It sounds boring." She replied shortly, wisps of fog swirling around her. Willow, whose folk tale character was a will-o-the-wisp instead of someone anyone actually cared about, had pale skin and silvery hair and she seemed to flicker in and out of vision- this affect was worsened now by the nervousness she was trying to hide. "Besides, I'm not guardian material."
"Jack said the same thing...where is Jack anyways?" Tooth asked, causing her fairies to look around fretfully.
"Well, guess he's not coming, ceremony called off." Willow jumped down from the globe, stocking clad feet silent as she landed, white skirt swishing around her ankles. She darted towards the door, flinging it open to see a barefoot boy with hair as white as hers standing on the other side, obviously about to open the door himself. "You must be Jack, nice to meet you, got to go." Willow said in a rush.
