Who: Orithyia, Boreas What: Bringing in the first day of Winter When: Monday, December 21 Where: Roof of Boreas' place/everywhere Warnings: TBD?
Boreas didn’t have to do anything to bring Winter in. It had been long, so long, since he’d been necessary to it all. He could have sat back and let it come in on it’s own, but he wouldn’t. He would not let himself forget who he was, even if he no longer went where he liked on his wings, even if he did not howl across snow-covered plains and freeze whatever he touched. He was still the North Wind, still Winter, and that was always going to be where he was at his best.
There was no need to remind him that he was as cold and biting as his season. He was the way he was because of it, it was like that because of him. It wasn’t an entwining of their natures, or some sort of mutual effect…..it was all the same. It was him, and he was every cold wind and flake of snow. That was what he was, all year long, and never mind the mortal trappings he’d had to adopt.
If there was one day he should do all he could and help usher in everything he once was, it was this day. The first day. People complained before, called the last days of Autumn Winter, and it was true, he did have a hand in changing it over, seasons did not just change one into the other, it was more gradual. Complex. This day, however, was truly his day. Only his.
He was up before the sun rose, leaving his warm bed for the roof. He didn’t bother with anything more than pants and a shirt - he would not be cold.
Orithyia joined him, and though he’d known she’d said she’d like to watch, it was an entirely different feeling to have her actually follow him up into what was going to be the wonderful cold.