nightlightly[ there's a small glowing boy, roughly teenager-shaped, and he's sketching on a giant pad of paper, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration. he pauses, capping the sharpie, and turns the paper up so it can be seen.
on it, several quick little doodles depicting nicholas st. north (looking considerably younger than he is these days), a feathered woman, and a rabbit man in glasses. next to it, a girl with dark curls, several exclamation points next to her.
below them all, a face some might recognize as jack frost's, with question marks next to him.
sorry, dear_mun, he doesn't know you well enough to chat with you. 8'( you'll have to make do with his sketches. where are his friends? and who's the new guardian?
a pause, and he holds a finger up to ask for a moment. turning the page, he makes another quick sketch, then tilts it back upright. pitch this time, with a giant X drawn right through him. he makes a face, giving a thumbs down. ]