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Some may say that Jazz tended to over-prepare, but she would disagree. It just so happened that a loose strap on her backpack led to her blizzard in an orb falling to the ground and cracking. Jazz was prepared for that too. As dark cloud rolled across the sky and heavy snow fell on the previously sunny and pleasant mountainside, she reached into her pack. In moments she had affixed woolen chassis over her pants. Snow shoes were strapped to her feet just in time to crunch against the building snow. There was a thumb sized square of folded fabric hanging from a gear loop. Before her first shiver she’d unfolded it and slid on the impossibly thick winter jacket with clipped on gloves. Sure, she could have simply brought out her bottled sunshine, but it would have taken many to combat the blizzard curse that had been contained in the orb, and they were expensive.
It was two thirds of the way up the no longer aptly named Sun-Kiss Hill, that Jazz determined the journey would take an additional day. There was a shallow rock-shelter ahead, barely visible in the near white-out blizzard. It would help with the wind, but she would need a more substantial shelter to sleep in. She smiled as she reached for the left side pocket, pulling out a black marble swirling with green and white. It was cool in her hand, even compared to the snow and ice around her. There was no need for a call, a spell or anything of the like as he could sense when she asked for him, but just because it annoyed him, she began chanting as she tossed out the core.
“Oh spirit of the marble-” She began in a low, warbling voice. It did seem to make him reform quicker, a black cloud urgently sprouting around the magical core. “I beseech the, spirit Danny!”. Here she began adding nonsensical hand gestures and increased her volume to a near shout. “Come to my aid, Danny! Danny! Danny of the marble!”
A lightly packed snowball was thrown her way from a newly formed arm, but she expected it. She dodged and gave a mischievous grin. The rest of him slowly formed, a grimace on his face.
“Stop it.” He begged. “You have got to be the lamest wizard ever.”
“Build me an igloo to sleep in, would you little brother?” She asked sweetly, gesturing to the rocky shelter.
With an incredibly put-upon sigh, Danny complied. Clumps of snow around them rose above the ground a firmed into blocks of ice, which were then directed into position. Jazz ruffled his hair as she walked toward it, well-versed in anticipating his use of intangibility. Through he frowned and grumbled, he also urged her quicker toward shelter while serving as a windbreaker at her side. After crawling inside she set out to make the place comfortable. All she really needed was to roll out her sleeping bag and then consider heating options. She eventually decided on one of her own creations, the candle of twin stars. Named so for the way stars would form in Danny’s eyes as he watched them periodically sprout from the candle’s crackling flame. It provided plenty of heat, and a show. Though it could only keep the attention of a hyperactive teen so long. Danny then took to making his own shapes out of ice. He liked to make snowflakes, and presented his favourites to her like a child with their pencil drawings. Jazz brought out a leather-bound book to start her daily journalling while they sat together.
“You never know how one of these is going to turn out.” Danny said, eyes focused on the shape he was teasing out with his hands. “It’s unpredictable. One day I’m gonna make one so amazing, and you’ll be completely unprepared.”
“It’s nice you’re so passionate about fractals. Maybe someday you’ll be interested in other types of geometry.”
“Don’t ruin a good time with maths.” He said with disgust.
Jazz just giggled. She wasn’t prepared for that next snow ball to the face.