Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

"oh!" she cries, voice barely heard above the cracking of the ice. it's terribly cold, that kind of cold that stiffens her tendons, makes the water feel like she is struggling through something solid. 

somehow, barely, the sylph makes her way onto the ice. it is a precarious situation, already, her gaze grows blurred with tears. this is her fault, hers, if only she'd not been so stupid. "I'm sorry, I'm—forelimb breaks through the ice again, and she is sharply cut off as her breath catches in her throat. she struggles forward, delicately grabbing the stranger's scruff in an attempt to pull her free. 

the moment she attempts such, however, the ice at her rear fractures, and once again does her hind end slip in. her grip is lost; once more does she flounder.