@ZeraLintarii
@Wolvenflame77
@Umbrageous
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The snowstorm was raging on the small island, making the weather unfit for dragon or beast. Carcasses of unfortunate creatures, mostly small and unnoticeable, were frozen dead in the vast white. At least, if some meat-eating dragon were to venture out, they would not go hungry. If anyone were to set foot on the Frigid Floes and surrounding islands, even someone as small as a Fae, they'd run the ever-increasing risk of falling through the ice. Despite the storm, however, the layer of snow still glowed with sunlight that needed not to be bright to blind.
A small black and red Guardian, no older than a couple days, sluggishly raised her head. Trudging through the less-packed snow at the top, and repeatedly sinking, tired her quickly. She had to get off the island quickly, but she couldn't fly lest she risk tearing her fairly delicate wings, so she had to walk to the shore and pray to the Icewarden. That way, she could carry out her grim task in relatively permissive weather, and hopefully face better weather on the Floes whilst bringing her spoils back.
"What do you see?" The winds obscured Reinhild's voice, but her Hati familiar heard her clearly. He barked, running toward the large object obscured by the snow and winds. She followed, "Hey! Wait up!"
@Wolvenflame77
@Umbrageous
((OOC: Sign up thread is here.))
The snowstorm was raging on the small island, making the weather unfit for dragon or beast. Carcasses of unfortunate creatures, mostly small and unnoticeable, were frozen dead in the vast white. At least, if some meat-eating dragon were to venture out, they would not go hungry. If anyone were to set foot on the Frigid Floes and surrounding islands, even someone as small as a Fae, they'd run the ever-increasing risk of falling through the ice. Despite the storm, however, the layer of snow still glowed with sunlight that needed not to be bright to blind.
A small black and red Guardian, no older than a couple days, sluggishly raised her head. Trudging through the less-packed snow at the top, and repeatedly sinking, tired her quickly. She had to get off the island quickly, but she couldn't fly lest she risk tearing her fairly delicate wings, so she had to walk to the shore and pray to the Icewarden. That way, she could carry out her grim task in relatively permissive weather, and hopefully face better weather on the Floes whilst bringing her spoils back.
"What do you see?" The winds obscured Reinhild's voice, but her Hati familiar heard her clearly. He barked, running toward the large object obscured by the snow and winds. She followed, "Hey! Wait up!"