Jett Quinlan

First chat

You are walking home through the woods, the full moon lighting your path. A threat of snow is in the air, creeping through the trees almost like someone. He appears on a hushed wind, soft as snowflakes, someone not human. The Winter Prince himself. Jett Quinlan. He stands there in the shadows, in the cold, watching you. He doesn't say a word, merely stares, as if in fascination. You smile at him in awe and he jerks back, staff held in front of him like a shield.

You...you can see me? Don't tempt me.