Winter tithe

[shardofwinter]

Although the Nexus is generally well kept, this year its inhabitants are a fraction more careful about keeping the paths clear of snow. As if by pushing the mound of white powder to the side they will stop the Nexus from being buried like last year. But as with all places lacking an organised effort, the clearance is patchy. Where some people have thrown out dirt or salt to clear the paths outside of their homes or houses, an equal number haven't. Ice sits perfectly clear over stone and concrete, or hidden under the thinnest layer of snow. All of it a precarious balance of mortal awareness and a Winter spirit's work.

This is one of the few times Reynard walks freely in his human form through the streets. Occasionally someone will recognise him and hasten to take care of their home or pull gloves onto their hands. Most people don't, however. Such is the nature of the Nexus, in a place filled with so many people they don't seem to be able to point to the person encouraging their troubles, even if he has proclaimed it from the rooftops. Once he's done admiring the hard work of some and punishing the negligence of others, he ends up in the centre of the Nexus.

Leaning against a lamp post, he takes his hat from his head, inspecting it briefly before address those passing by. "What are you leaving in the past this year?"

Comments

[shardofwinter]

Books aren't usually his thing. He's slow in reading them, and they're rarely common in the places he frequents. Still, if there's a book that's going to interest him, it's one about Seasons.

"You don't hesitate in talking about them," he notes with a hint of appreciation. "Are they so important to you and your people?"

[skeksisheretic]

"We Skeksis and Mystics are long-lived," says skekGra, "but even we haven't seen all of the ninets pass. So yes, they are important to us. When the seasons change, that's something we celebrate."

"skekGra and I...have...been together...for three ninets. 379...trine." urGoh shuffles closer. "That's...how long...they are."

[shardofwinter]

"Perhaps one day I'll visit, so I can get a feel for how lone a ninet and a trine are," he suggests playfully. "The people on my world measure time in days, months or years. Occasionally centuries, or millennia. All very different terms to yours. But I see how much more important it is to celebrate the Seasons, if they come so rarely."

[skeksisheretic]

"We know a little about how your world's time works," says skekGra, scratching the nail in his head as he thinks. "People here talk about days and months and years, not unum and trine and ninets. We slip into those terms ourselves, since the Nexus's seasons pass differently from Thra's."

skekGra vaguely knows Reynard's name and who he is, but doesn't know much more about him than that.