Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

snow falls thickly still, obscuring the true edges of the pond. she remembers it as it remained unfrozen and tranquil, one of her favourite places to simply observe all that went on around her in the gentle lull of autumn. there is still beauty here in the winter, but it is utterly silent; nothing but fast-fading tracks to suggest life ever passed by this place. 

the sylph steps lightly toward the pond, wondering at the crayfish and minnows that had darted in the shallows when she'd last been here. beneath her paws is only ice, and she steps further onto the pond in an effort to solve the nagging question. she clears away the snow with her muzzle, peering into the murky, pale ice even as more snow gathers upon it. she can make out nothing here, but a glance nearer the center of the pond reveals a few open spots. perhaps life exists there still? curious, the girl steps carefully toward the center of the pond, having no reason to believe the ice does not stretch all the way down the entire length of the waterbed.