Space Dad
Dagda
Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
Job: Winter Solstice
Post Word Count: 1,244
Job Word Count: 1,244/1,500
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Home
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Post Word Count: 1,244
Job Word Count: 1,244/1,500
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Home
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Dagda crouched down in the snow, his hulking height reduced exponentially. A large hand reached out and picked up some of the fresh, fluffy snow on the ground. The titan raised his hand closer to his face, dark brown eyes peering at the substance curiously. Snow on Earthland was different than the raging blizzards Dagda was used to on the mountaintops of Tetsukazu. The snowflakes in his homeland were massive, nearly the size of a “golf ball” - a comparison made by someone he had spoken to just a few weeks after his tumbling arrival to Earthland. The man didn’t know what a “golf ball” was, but apparently the size was equivalent.
Being used to such extreme weather made this most recent winter storm feel like child’s play. It was hardly a blizzard at all and the storm only lasted for one day. As he had stepped outside just that morning, the titan was in awe. The snowflakes were so tiny and they glittered like gemstones! Dagda rose from his crouch and brushed the fine ice crystals from his hand. To others around him, the giant man looked around with a childlike fascination, which was perhaps a little odd. The titan was oblivious to any judgement, though. He was too caught up in exploring the snow and the winter festivities!
The sheer amount of people and the widespread celebration was incredible. Dagda wasn’t too sure of where exactly he was - directions were never his forte - but he’d overheard a few people say the name Magnolia. The fact that everything was new and confusing on this planet still frustrated Dagda, but he was trying to stay as positive as he could. Word had spread about celebrating the Winter Solstice. The titan had asked a local who, despite seeming scared of the massive man at first, was more than excited to explain what it was about.
So here Dagda was, towering over most of the other festival-goers. He had already tried out some of the desserts from a bakery’s booth, all of which were too sweet for his taste. Having just recently discovered that sweet foods existed, it was taking a while for the titan to get used to it. He also tried some coffee, which was bitter but not awful. The cup still occupied his hand, and the occasional sip warmed his mouth.
The titan looked around for something else to do. Food was out of the way for a while, and Dagda wanted to try something fun to lift his spirits a little. He was about to talk to a set of twins he noticed nearby, both with incredibly red hair. There were so many odd hair colors in Earthland, which fascinated Dagda to no end. Before he could approach, a group of kids blew by him, barely missing his legs. “The snowman building contest is this way!” one cheered, and the others let out excited squeals as they ran. Brown eyes followed their trajectory, spying the park to which they were heading. Dagda decided to follow. Snowman building was one thing he did know how to do!
When he stepped into the park, Dagda noticed it had been fenced off. The people running the contest had had the foresight to preserve the large patch of snow. Ice particles glittered across the untouched field. Along the fence, contestants were lining up to give their name to the attendant, then running out in the field to claim an area to build their snowmen.
Dagda hopped in the end of the line, getting odd looks from some of the parents. When it was his turn to give the attendant his name, the woman had to tilt her head back to look at his face. She looked shocked, then amused. “Sir, aren’t you a little… old to participate in this?” she teased.
“You’re never too old to have fun!” Dagda replied with a deep, rumbling laugh. The woman smiled. “My name is Dagda, by the way,” the titan continued, and she scribbled his name down. “Good luck, Dagda,” the attendant called after him with a wink. The man only waved in response.
In just a few minutes, the contest had started. It took a few tries for Dagda to get used to the consistency of the snow. As soon as he did, the titan was packing and stacking snow with incredible speed. He was building a much smaller replica of his Leviathan form, complete with the arm runes and pebbles for eyes.
The titan was about to place the head down when he heard a loud sob from behind him. Dagda whirled around to see a little pink-haired boy crying. Next to him was a tiny, misshapen snowman whose head had fallen off and broken to pieces. The boy collapsed to his knees and covered his eyes. Dagda’s heart skipped a beat. This boy reminded him so much of his own son...
Looking back at his own creation, Dagda made a quick decision. He dropped the head on the ground and kicked his own creation over. Heading over to the boy, he crouched next to him. “Hey, champ, what happened?” Dagda asked gently, hoping his deep voice wouldn’t be too scary. The boy looked up between sobs. “M-my snowman broke,” he said dejectedly. “Well, do you want some help? Maybe we can fix him up!” The boy just nodded, and Dagda got on his hands and knees, collecting snow and packing it onto the little snowman. Eventually the boy’s tears ceased and he helped the giant man, packing tiny handfuls of snow on and adding pebbles and pinecones as decoration. The two worked quickly, finishing their work just as the time ran out.
“Step away from your creations!” the attendant called out. “The judges will now look over all the snowmen and pick first, second, and third place winners!” As the judges looked over the various snowmen, Dagda and the boy stood near their project, which turned out to look like a tiny but fierce snow dragon. After a few minutes of walking around and discussion, the judges stood at the edge of the field, all the contestants gathered around.
“In third place… Henry!” An older kid on the edge of the crowd gave a smooth nod and a content smile. “In second place… Dash and John!” A very young boy and his father embraced with excited expressions. “And in first place…”
“Dagda and Sammy!”
The once-sobbing face of Sammy lit up, and Dagda gave him a high five. “Good job, kiddo!” he said, laughing. “We did it!” the boy squealed in excitement, jumping up and down. Dagda reached down and lifted Sammy to sit on his shoulder. The two paraded around the group of contestants, receiving compliments left and right. Once everything calmed down, Dagda looked over at the boy perched on his muscled shoulder. “So, where are your parents, kid? We should go tell them you won!” The pink-haired child pointed off to the side of the fence, where a man with pink hair stood. Nearby, he noticed the same set of twins with fiery red hair that he had seen earlier! Maybe he would actually get to talk to them this time.
Dagda made his way over. He realized he probably shouldn’t have lifted the kid up without asking the parents’ permission, so he placed Sammy back on the ground to walk with him. He hoped the father wouldn’t be too mad...
Being used to such extreme weather made this most recent winter storm feel like child’s play. It was hardly a blizzard at all and the storm only lasted for one day. As he had stepped outside just that morning, the titan was in awe. The snowflakes were so tiny and they glittered like gemstones! Dagda rose from his crouch and brushed the fine ice crystals from his hand. To others around him, the giant man looked around with a childlike fascination, which was perhaps a little odd. The titan was oblivious to any judgement, though. He was too caught up in exploring the snow and the winter festivities!
The sheer amount of people and the widespread celebration was incredible. Dagda wasn’t too sure of where exactly he was - directions were never his forte - but he’d overheard a few people say the name Magnolia. The fact that everything was new and confusing on this planet still frustrated Dagda, but he was trying to stay as positive as he could. Word had spread about celebrating the Winter Solstice. The titan had asked a local who, despite seeming scared of the massive man at first, was more than excited to explain what it was about.
So here Dagda was, towering over most of the other festival-goers. He had already tried out some of the desserts from a bakery’s booth, all of which were too sweet for his taste. Having just recently discovered that sweet foods existed, it was taking a while for the titan to get used to it. He also tried some coffee, which was bitter but not awful. The cup still occupied his hand, and the occasional sip warmed his mouth.
The titan looked around for something else to do. Food was out of the way for a while, and Dagda wanted to try something fun to lift his spirits a little. He was about to talk to a set of twins he noticed nearby, both with incredibly red hair. There were so many odd hair colors in Earthland, which fascinated Dagda to no end. Before he could approach, a group of kids blew by him, barely missing his legs. “The snowman building contest is this way!” one cheered, and the others let out excited squeals as they ran. Brown eyes followed their trajectory, spying the park to which they were heading. Dagda decided to follow. Snowman building was one thing he did know how to do!
When he stepped into the park, Dagda noticed it had been fenced off. The people running the contest had had the foresight to preserve the large patch of snow. Ice particles glittered across the untouched field. Along the fence, contestants were lining up to give their name to the attendant, then running out in the field to claim an area to build their snowmen.
Dagda hopped in the end of the line, getting odd looks from some of the parents. When it was his turn to give the attendant his name, the woman had to tilt her head back to look at his face. She looked shocked, then amused. “Sir, aren’t you a little… old to participate in this?” she teased.
“You’re never too old to have fun!” Dagda replied with a deep, rumbling laugh. The woman smiled. “My name is Dagda, by the way,” the titan continued, and she scribbled his name down. “Good luck, Dagda,” the attendant called after him with a wink. The man only waved in response.
In just a few minutes, the contest had started. It took a few tries for Dagda to get used to the consistency of the snow. As soon as he did, the titan was packing and stacking snow with incredible speed. He was building a much smaller replica of his Leviathan form, complete with the arm runes and pebbles for eyes.
The titan was about to place the head down when he heard a loud sob from behind him. Dagda whirled around to see a little pink-haired boy crying. Next to him was a tiny, misshapen snowman whose head had fallen off and broken to pieces. The boy collapsed to his knees and covered his eyes. Dagda’s heart skipped a beat. This boy reminded him so much of his own son...
Looking back at his own creation, Dagda made a quick decision. He dropped the head on the ground and kicked his own creation over. Heading over to the boy, he crouched next to him. “Hey, champ, what happened?” Dagda asked gently, hoping his deep voice wouldn’t be too scary. The boy looked up between sobs. “M-my snowman broke,” he said dejectedly. “Well, do you want some help? Maybe we can fix him up!” The boy just nodded, and Dagda got on his hands and knees, collecting snow and packing it onto the little snowman. Eventually the boy’s tears ceased and he helped the giant man, packing tiny handfuls of snow on and adding pebbles and pinecones as decoration. The two worked quickly, finishing their work just as the time ran out.
“Step away from your creations!” the attendant called out. “The judges will now look over all the snowmen and pick first, second, and third place winners!” As the judges looked over the various snowmen, Dagda and the boy stood near their project, which turned out to look like a tiny but fierce snow dragon. After a few minutes of walking around and discussion, the judges stood at the edge of the field, all the contestants gathered around.
“In third place… Henry!” An older kid on the edge of the crowd gave a smooth nod and a content smile. “In second place… Dash and John!” A very young boy and his father embraced with excited expressions. “And in first place…”
“Dagda and Sammy!”
The once-sobbing face of Sammy lit up, and Dagda gave him a high five. “Good job, kiddo!” he said, laughing. “We did it!” the boy squealed in excitement, jumping up and down. Dagda reached down and lifted Sammy to sit on his shoulder. The two paraded around the group of contestants, receiving compliments left and right. Once everything calmed down, Dagda looked over at the boy perched on his muscled shoulder. “So, where are your parents, kid? We should go tell them you won!” The pink-haired child pointed off to the side of the fence, where a man with pink hair stood. Nearby, he noticed the same set of twins with fiery red hair that he had seen earlier! Maybe he would actually get to talk to them this time.
Dagda made his way over. He realized he probably shouldn’t have lifted the kid up without asking the parents’ permission, so he placed Sammy back on the ground to walk with him. He hoped the father wouldn’t be too mad...
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