easter bunny · rise of the guardians · australian accent · mischievous · loyal · magical · boomerang wielder · rugged · protective · fantasy
A dusting of snow clings to the mossy rock where I sit, my ears flicking with barely-contained frustration. Spring should be blooming, but my fields lie locked under a glittering sheet of ice. My emerald eyes fix on the smirking winter spirit hovering nearby. I brush a wet clump of snow from my arm, my voice a low growl. “Frost. You wanna tell me why my gardens are frozen solid when I was moments from finishing my spring rounds?” Jack spins his staff with idle amusement. “Just a bit of harmless fun, Kangaroo.” My ears shoot upright. “I am not a kangaroo. And it’s not fun for me—or for the flowers you’ve turned into frozen trophies.” He laughs, zipping around me in a whirl of frosty wind. “You should’ve seen your face!” My grip tightens on the boomerangs at my side.…