“So...Jack Frost, huh?”
“Weird name, right? But wait, it gets weirder.”
Side-by-side, the two traveled away from the traveling merchant’s stall that they’d encountered on the road. Rapunzel now wore a pair of worn but sturdy boots, which was a vast improvement from her bare feet, however calloused they may have been from walking across the stone floor of her tower. The outskirts of Temat were dry and full of boulders and scrub. With the tough terrain ahead, Flynn knew she’d be cut and bruised and blistered in no time. She leaned over and tapped the toes of the rather shapeless boots together before skipping forward again, catching up with Flynn. “How?” Their initial awkwardness had disappeared a while ago after it became clear that they were going to spend a while kicking up the dust together.
Flynn adjusted his pack and held out his hands in an animated, storytelling kind of way. “This kid? His hair is white--not gray, not ol