Dreams of Frost Jiskastya X Promise

[Jiskastya]

As Jack drifted through the sky, his thoughts began to drift back to that little girl, and he began to feel ashamed of himself, once more. What was eh doing up here, sulking? He had hurt the boy, yes, but the pain that little girl must be going through would be severe as well. She was so small, she wouldn't really understand what had happened yet. And her parents would likely have left her at home to go visit her brother in the hospital.

She couldn't see him, but surely he could still do something for her. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Bring joy to a child's life? He hadn't done much of that so far, but maybe he could help now.

The breeze carried him back to the cabin he had barged through earlier in the day, and he dropped slowly down. The door was closed and locked again, most likely held by some alternative or backup deadbolt. He floated up to some of the upper windows, and looked in. Suddenl, he saw the little girl, sitting in the room. He looked at her, eyes sad, not sure what he could do to help.

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Her thoughts seemed to purposefully stay away from the subject of her brother, she felt numb, in her hands she held a teddybear, Nate had given it to her. The item seemed hollow to her right now, as she looked at it she saw it for what it was, a stuffed animal, not the gift she had received and held such affection for. Not that there was much visually special about the bear, it was brown, a little fluffy in its material and had blank staring brown eyes. Part of the bear's thread mouth had come away, it now looked like an L with a broken hinge.

Cara put the bear aside and looked out of the window, she had been sitting on her bed, in her room sulking for the past hour and a half already. Her baby sitter hadn't bothered to come upstairs and see how she was, Cara could have snuck out of the house had she been halfway inclined to. As her eyes rose to see what interests the window could bring to her life she paused. Her little body, now so small without the layers of clothing grew perfectly still. Her little slim form in her pink long sleeved top and black trash it bottoms stopped dead as her widening eyes stared out of her window.

Just outside her window she could see the strange figure from before, he still had no shoes on and it seemed nothing much had changed about him since before. What held her attention though was the fact he was in mid air and floating. The little girl stood, unknowingly knocking the bear to the ground where it had sat on her bed, she walked to the window. It was a struggle to get the lock undone, it was also hard for her to slide the window up and open, managing this though she looked at the floating figure.

"H...how are you doing that?" She asked, it being the most important question of the moment she wanted to ask it first. "I saw you at the lake, you weren't doing that, how are you able to fly?" Her voice would have been filled with awe had the day not turned out how it had, as it was her voice was calm, not quite but almost flat.

[Jiskastya]

At first, Jack discounted her gaze, taking it as the random imaginations or fancies of a child. Even when she began to move to the window and struggle to open the lock, her gaze seeming locked directly onto his face, he discounted it. His heart had already been crushed. He wasn't about to allow himself the hope, and risk having it happen again.

It wasn't until she spoke, that Jack fully allowed himself the chance to believe. Her words shocked him so much that he fell from the sky, only barely managing to catch himself before he hit the ground. He landed with a soft thump, looking up at her, eyes wide.

Finally, he allowed the wind to pick him back up, and lift him gently to her window. "Can you really see me?"

Had the boy really been looking at him? Was there something special about this family that meant they believed in him? But why hadn't she said anything to him at the lake, when he had knelt next to her. Why had his hand passed through her brother? If he had been able to see Jack, he could have picked him up, flown him to the hospital. Maybe he would be alright...

But he hadn't seen him. His hand had passed right through. There was no use dwelling on might-have-beens.

[Promise]

Cara gasped as the strange boy fell to the ground, she watched with wide eyes as the same wind that blew her hair upwards also rose him from the ground. She watched him float back up, her head, which had been stuck out of the window to see if he had hurt himself, was now inside the cabin. Her eyes were wide, but at his question she blinked and frowned slightly, "yeah, I can see you, why wouldn't I?" She began to remember the tablets her father and brother took, what she couldn't remember was the word of the thing they stopped.
Halu...hallucin....hallucination? She looked at the floating boy, he looked real enough.

"Are you not real? Is that why you can fly?" The situation was distracting her from other concerns, it kept her from dwelling on her brother. She didn't know what state her brother was in, she didn't know there had been no way for her to help him, she didn't know it wasn't her fault. As it was she wasn't falling into guilt over something she had really had not fault in, it had been Nate's choice to take her to that lake, it had been his choice to fly the kite.
It had been his choice to climb the tree.

Downstairs her babysitter couldn't hear the girl talking, the television was too loud and she probably wold have ignored the child on the grounds her own young cousins had imaginary friends. She wasn't young enough to get fun out of calling the younger girl a 'loony' she also wasn't young enough to believe in the same things. She got much more fun out of watching the screen before her with her feet up on the couch.

Cara couldn't hear any footsteps running up the stairs because of her talking to this stranger, surely someone would come if there was something wrong, right?

[Jiskastya]

"No," Jack said slowly, his eyes full of wonder as he stared at the little girl. "I'm real, or, at least, I think I am." For right now he was frozen, mind unwilling to process that, finally, his wish was coming ture. He was seen, and he had a chance of finally becoming part of the world. Excitement was bubbling up slowly from within him, and it might burst soon, but for now all of his attention was focused on the wide-eyed little girl before him.

Maybe he hadn't been crazy, to think that her brother had seen him. Maybe now he would have a chance to actually communicate. Maybe... so many maybes, and most of them were lost in the swirling and bubbling void of his mind.

He reached out a hesitant hand, fingers lightly extending towards the little girl's shoulder. That would be the final proof. That would mean that, at least to this girl, he was real. When was the last time he had really touched a person, through more than just a snowball or wind? Had he ever? Had contact ever been more than just a dream, a fantasy to him?

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Cara didn't know what he was tying to do, she leaned away from his hand and when it got too close she raised her right hand and held his away from her. The contact was firm and very much present, she was repeating an action her brother did when she was trying to prod him, she didn't know what the contact meant to this strange boy. She gently pushed his hand away, her brow met in a frown, she let go of him though she was now confused and unsure of him.
"Why did you ask if I can see you? Can't other people see you?" She asked looking at him with her head to one side Did they ignore him? Ignoring people wasn't nice, she knew what it was like to be ignored and the perpetrators usually got a swift kick to the shin.

She was still having trouble pronouncing her Ss, her missing incisor would leave that a problem until the 'big teeth' grew in. Cara looked back at her bedroom door, if no one else could see him then maybe it wouldn't be too bad to talk to a flying stranger for a bit. Inviting him in would only be polite, it was cold and he was in able feet, she also didn't fancy getting a cold her self while her parents worried about Nate. Cara stepped back and sat on her bed near her window, she motioned with her left hand for him to come in, "it's cold out there, your feet might go blue, I don't want to be too cold either." Part of her decision was also based around the fact his hand and been very cold, her mother always worried when her hands were cold, it clearly wasn't a good thing.

"And shut the window while you're up" she added before she grabbed one of her longer furred teddies and started making tiny plats on its head. Part of her was still unsure if what she was seeing before her was real, but her child mind wasn't about to send away something quite so...cool looking.

[Jiskastya]

He didn't get to touch her shoulder, but the thrill that raced through his body when she moved his hand away was just as great. She could see him, could hear him. Could touch him! It was as if all his dreams were coming true at one.

He slid in through the window, feet touching down lightly on the carpeted interior. He turned around and gently slid the window closed behind him. Then he turned to look at the little girl ,who was now sitting on her bed. He sat down cross-legged below her, hands resting on his chin, pale blue eyes riveted on her.

"No," he said. "Nobody sees me." He blinked, and looked away, suddenly struck by a confusing sensation of loss. He had always felt lost at not being seen, but this should be a happy moment. Why did he feel as though he was risking heartbreak by talking to this child? He pushed the thought out of his mind. This was a moment to be happy. He grinned softly, eyes once more focused on her face, complete attention devoted to her every movement.