Equinox Event: Eggs, ego and endearing endeavours

[shardofwinter]

It's the Spring Equinox in many of the planets linked to the Nexus. The beginning of Springtime gaiety, flowers, longer days and a break from the persistent snow. All through the Winter people have been grumbling about the cold. More than a few have been cursed for their blasphemous words and utter lack of appreciation for the wondrous work around them. For the longest time the thought of Winter's end kept many mouths shut and encouraged people to enjoy the sparkling spectacle surrounding them. Now, however, it's starting to look as if Spring isn't planning on coming to the Nexus at all. In a place that should be dotted with blossoms and daffodils by now, it still looks suspiciously like the dead of Winter. It acts like it, too. Fog, ice and bitter storms kicking up at the drop of a hat.

Reynard is keeping a close eye on his domain. Unlike his mortal, jovial self, his eyes are sharp and cold, his smirk cruel. Perhaps it's the time of year, but he is particularly on edge. Local flower shops all suffered a devastating loss during the last storm, and an increasing number of accidents appear to be happening to sappy couples or anyone carrying eggs around, chocolate or otherwise.

After dealing with a particularly irritatingly cheerful resident, Reynard has had enough of these upstarts thinking they have the right to demand anything of a Season. With a supernaturally loud voice he informs the Nexus, "Settle into this world of Winter! It's going to be like this for a long time to come!"

Comments

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, sweetheart." Amelia grins and then extricates herself from her opponent. She then turns her attention to Miller for a moment before beginning to walk off.

"Try not to take it too personally when you fail today, old man. Spring is never coming again."