It's difficult to spot His Majesty in the midst of all this white. He's in his cloak of pale owl feathers today, perched upon the head of one of the huge lion statues guarding the library, enjoying the stillness that comes from the distinct lack of a noisy goblin retinue. The expression on his face is calm, even distant, as he observes his most recent playground.
The mood is dour today, he sees. The city is still rebuilding itself, and nervous. The snow is beautiful, but it will linger, and it's going to make things much harder for many people.
Well, that won't do. He has no interest in sullen victims today; he wants lively ones. Patiently, Jareth waits until some likely looking toys happen by, and then he injects a bit of magic into the world. Puffs of snow shoot up from the ground only to hover in midair, taking the shape of tiny fairies with wings of glittering ice lace, and though they certainly aren't real their dancing is convincing enough. Anyone who walks beneath a tree will hear it seem to laugh as heavy limbs dump snow right onto their heads. And in the very center of the square, the snow whirls and rearranges itself to reveal a thick sheet of ice, looking ever so inviting for skating.
Pleased, Jareth grins his nasty grin to himself, and watches and waits. Now, he will see who happens by, and how they might amuse him today.
Jareth | Labyrinth
It's difficult to spot His Majesty in the midst of all this white. He's in his cloak of pale owl feathers today, perched upon the head of one of the huge lion statues guarding the library, enjoying the stillness that comes from the distinct lack of a noisy goblin retinue. The expression on his face is calm, even distant, as he observes his most recent playground.
The mood is dour today, he sees. The city is still rebuilding itself, and nervous. The snow is beautiful, but it will linger, and it's going to make things much harder for many people.
Well, that won't do. He has no interest in sullen victims today; he wants lively ones. Patiently, Jareth waits until some likely looking toys happen by, and then he injects a bit of magic into the world. Puffs of snow shoot up from the ground only to hover in midair, taking the shape of tiny fairies with wings of glittering ice lace, and though they certainly aren't real their dancing is convincing enough. Anyone who walks beneath a tree will hear it seem to laugh as heavy limbs dump snow right onto their heads. And in the very center of the square, the snow whirls and rearranges itself to reveal a thick sheet of ice, looking ever so inviting for skating.
Pleased, Jareth grins his nasty grin to himself, and watches and waits. Now, he will see who happens by, and how they might amuse him today.