Lake Rodney Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart.

She followed dutifully after Revui and hummed a quiet hymn. It was just loud enough to break the silence, though Ying tried to keep her voice low enough to go unheard. Huh? she asked, hearing him speak again, Oh, I am from the coast. Their little island didn't feel like home, despite her efforts to make it more comfortable. She remained hopeful that this would change with time.

The snow chilled her bony hindlegs as she settled onto her hindquarters. Ying lounged on her side, using her elbow and shoulder as a rock to lean against. Her tail beat lazily against the blanket as she searched her mind for something to say. Do you know it? The coast?