Winter Wonderland Week Day #6: Past

Someone was shouting. In the dead of the night, when the children were supposed to able to sleep without worry, some bumbling idiot was shouting. Sandy rolled his eyes as he listened to the sound of his work coming undone. Gliding along on his dreamsand cloud, a good few hundred feet above the ground, the faint tones of that stupid voice still found it’s way to his ears. If he could hear them from up here, he could only pity the people down there. Wooden cottages could only do so much to block out noise. He had half a mind to go down there and just knock out the problem, a thought that his body was apparently already working on, seeing as he’d just dropped about fifty feet down. He smirked and readied a handful of dreamsand.
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To his surprise, the villa below was mainly dark. Aside from a few sparse lights at the very edge of the town, everything appeared as it would on a calm night. With all the racket, certainly there would be many lights on, and a good number of folks out trying to calm the situation. Nobody was outside their homes. The shouting faltered to a stop. A knotted feeling worked it’s way to Sandy’s stomach. Was he imagining things? Or maybe, was this something more sinisterthan a human just making noise? There was a new moon, and vile things tended to show their fangs when Manny couldn’t watch. Fresh sand whip formed in his right hand, Sandy tilted his ear down over the edge of his cloud, listening intently.
… nothing
…
“-a—”
He wasn’t imagining things. New determination tucked into his belt, he focused on finding the owner of the voice, even if it meant a fight. He dispersed his dreamsand cloud, removing the small sound barrier it provided. He would need that advantage until he found out who or what it was. Few beings dared to cause trouble in Sandman’s presence, but those who did were either very foolish, or very dangerous.
WHOOSH. The sound of something traveling blazing fast over the trees below startled him. With a calm, windless night like this, no ordinary human could be responsible for it. His mystery voice owner had chosen to reveal themselves. Sandman gave chase, hurriedly trailing after them. He couldn’t make out their figure, their fiery pace blurring any features. He didn’t need to see their shape fully anyways. After all, Sandy knew a spirit when he chased one.
It was actually difficult to keep up. Sandy licked his lips. Where were they going with this? He was tempted to snag them with his sand whips. There was a good chance that they were unaware of his pursuit, so this was an opportune time to stop them. However, it felt dishonorable to attack from behind. And more importantly, on the off chance they were friendly, it would hardly do to hurt the poor soul. He’d just get them to stop some way else.
To his apparent luck, he didn’t need to. Abruptly, a new villa came into view, and the figure in front of him slowed their pace to a saunter, dropping out of the sky to land and finally give Sandman a good look at them. He, presumably he, had a toppled head of snow white hair, and carried around a staff of fair length. Sandy raised an eyebrow. This spirit was such a scrawny little one, and if time had not proven first impressions to be silly, he may not have suspected that such a loud voice was theirs. Sandy floated closer, sand whip concealed behind his back, and extended his han-
“HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!! ANYBODY?!! HEL-” He broke off into a coughing fit.
It took a while for Sandy to come back into his mind. Hoarse, raspy, cracking from tears: all the details he couldn’t hear at a distance were thrown into his face. Sandy dissolved his sand whip and reached out again. After all, Sandy also knew a broken soul when he heard one. 

Winter Wonderland Week Day #6: Past

Someone was shouting. In the dead of the night, when the children were supposed to able to sleep without worry, some bumbling idiot was shouting. Sandy rolled his eyes as he listened to the sound of his work coming undone. Gliding along on his dreamsand cloud, a good few hundred feet above the ground, the faint tones of that stupid voice still found it’s way to his ears. If he could hear them from up here, he could only pity the people down there. Wooden cottages could only do so much to block out noise. He had half a mind to go down there and just knock out the problem, a thought that his body was apparently already working on, seeing as he’d just dropped about fifty feet down. He smirked and readied a handful of dreamsand.

To his surprise, the villa below was mainly dark. Aside from a few sparse lights at the very edge of the town, everything appeared as it would on a calm night. With all the racket, certainly there would be many lights on, and a good number of folks out trying to calm the situation. Nobody was outside their homes. The shouting faltered to a stop. A knotted feeling worked it’s way to Sandy’s stomach. Was he imagining things? Or maybe, was this something more sinisterthan a human just making noise? There was a new moon, and vile things tended to show their fangs when Manny couldn’t watch. Fresh sand whip formed in his right hand, Sandy tilted his ear down over the edge of his cloud, listening intently.

… nothing

“-a—”

He wasn’t imagining things. New determination tucked into his belt, he focused on finding the owner of the voice, even if it meant a fight. He dispersed his dreamsand cloud, removing the small sound barrier it provided. He would need that advantage until he found out who or what it was. Few beings dared to cause trouble in Sandman’s presence, but those who did were either very foolish, or very dangerous.

WHOOSH. The sound of something traveling blazing fast over the trees below startled him. With a calm, windless night like this, no ordinary human could be responsible for it. His mystery voice owner had chosen to reveal themselves. Sandman gave chase, hurriedly trailing after them. He couldn’t make out their figure, their fiery pace blurring any features. He didn’t need to see their shape fully anyways. After all, Sandy knew a spirit when he chased one.

It was actually difficult to keep up. Sandy licked his lips. Where were they going with this? He was tempted to snag them with his sand whips. There was a good chance that they were unaware of his pursuit, so this was an opportune time to stop them. However, it felt dishonorable to attack from behind. And more importantly, on the off chance they were friendly, it would hardly do to hurt the poor soul. He’d just get them to stop some way else.

To his apparent luck, he didn’t need to. Abruptly, a new villa came into view, and the figure in front of him slowed their pace to a saunter, dropping out of the sky to land and finally give Sandman a good look at them. He, presumably he, had a toppled head of snow white hair, and carried around a staff of fair length. Sandy raised an eyebrow. This spirit was such a scrawny little one, and if time had not proven first impressions to be silly, he may not have suspected that such a loud voice was theirs. Sandy floated closer, sand whip concealed behind his back, and extended his han-

“HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!! ANYBODY?!! HEL-” He broke off into a coughing fit.

It took a while for Sandy to come back into his mind. Hoarse, raspy, cracking from tears: all the details he couldn’t hear at a distance were thrown into his face. Sandy dissolved his sand whip and reached out again. After all, Sandy also knew a broken soul when he heard one. 

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