chatelaine of cair paravel
In the wood, near but not too near the Lantern, drives a sledge, drawn by a reindeer under the whip of a Dwarf, and carrying a woman, of sorts. She is taller, and paler, and somehow - grander, more terrible, colder even than the deep winter through which she rides. The furs are decorative; she wears nothing over her ears, which, were she human, would spell frostbite given how long she has been on this ride.
The harness-bells jingle tinnily.
The harness-bells jingle tinnily.
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The supply of jelly beans was pretty generous, though. It lasts too; everyone has enough to do and can only occasionally spend their down-time sending him on amusing capers or delegating Winter their less delicate chores in exchange for candy.
One day there is a fateful combination: an incubus with a jellybean and spare time and no ideas.
He toys with the green bean between his clawed thumb and forefinger. "I wonder what you would do for this," he purrs, in a voice like velvet and a serrated knife. "Has anyone found a limit to it yet?"
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"Not yet, my lord. Do you care to try?"
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He makes a suggestion.
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Winter earns his jelly bean.
The incubus tells all his friends, and Winter is kept very busy for a while.
One of the incubi was already out of the jellybeans he managed to secure, at the time of this event. He sulks.
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Incubi are fun.
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Once it is clear that jellybeans are not, strictly, required as recompense, something of an open season is called on Winter. He must do more and more to earn smaller and smaller chances of candy; the supply dwindles, but there are one or two still floating around, and some of the incubi are capable of cooperating well enough to pass them around, keep Winter guessing, dole them out slower and slower.
News of this new era in Make Winter Do Things spreads quickly, and while incubi are the keenest, they are not the only.
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Mostly.
Not completely.
He doesn't complain. That might get some of them to stop, but not the ones who are the problem.
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Some of her minions ask her for a resupply.
She wants to know if they've been eating them, and they tell her they have not, they only feed them to Winter.
And she laughs and makes a new jar and distributes them to everyone who wants a few, and she calls Winter over to hand-feed him just one; it is the first jellybean he hasn't had to do anything for in nearly a year.
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He licks his lips.
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When Jadis finds out what her minions have been doing with the provided jellybeans, she laughs and laughs.
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