WHO: Fix and OPEN WHAT: Watching the sunrise WHEN: Wednesday morning WHERE: By the river WARNINGS: TBD/Likely low STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Over the ten years he'd served as the Summer Knight, Fix had picked up a lot of different habits. One of them was, in the Winter months, getting up really early and watching the sunrise. He could measure the time it rose, watch it make its path against the sky, and revel in the warmth it brought even to a cold and frosty world. It was his way of convincing himself that the sun was still there, and that eventually it would get itself back into the right part of the sky and get back to its job of making the world warm, making the plants flourish, and support all the lush and vibrant life that made the world such a beautiful place.
He sat on the riverbank as he watched. The ground was cold and frosty, but Fix couldn't feel it. The Summer Fire burning inside of him kept him too warm to bother about such things as cold. In fact, although it was an early December morning, he was wearing just jeans and a short-sleeve t-shirt, and not one shiver or goosebump betrayed him. It was one of the best advantages of being on the Summer side of things.
He'd seen Lily posting to the network last night, and for a moment he'd considered acting like Harry and warning the man she was talking to about making deals with her. But really, why should he? He was Summer, and his loyalty was with Summer. The man was an adult, and perfectly capable of making his own decisions. If he chose to make deals with a fairy, well, that was his problem, wasn't it? It wasn't his responsibility to police the Summer Lady. In fact, it was very much not his responsibility.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, and the beauty of sunrise was broken by the coming day, Fix stoop and brushed the frost from his pants as best he could, making his way to the river walk nearby. Christmas was coming, and somehow he'd have to come up with a present for Lily. Who was...a thousand times harder to shop for as Summer Lady than she had been when they'd just been changelings in Chicago.
Ah well, he'd come up with something.
He was looking up at the sky and not watching his steps when he unceremoniously plowed into someone else walking along the river bank. He flushed, looking back to earth, and grabbing the arm of the other with his very warm hand to steady them before they fell.