Only a short while after Sandy begins his display, the temperature drops in the courtyard, followed by an unruly gust of wind. Jack drops down next to the little man, light on his bare feet. "It is you!" he crows, crouching so he can look at the mural from Sandy's perspective. Hmm, still the same snow-covered city from down here, bright and glittery fun.

Rivain has always been too warm for him to visit often, but Jack occasionally made the effort anyway during cold spells, because Sandy had been one of the few things able to see and hear him through all the hundreds of years he spent flitting around before he got a sliver of magic in his hand... though admittedly, the little golden guy wasn't the best conversationalist in the world. Still.

Jack ruins the moment by poking at the wall with the tip of his shepherd's staff, grinning when some of the golden grains turn silver as they frost over. He's helping! "Missed me, big guy?" Sure that's probably why Sandy is here, not because of the Inquisition or anything.