Lake Rodney i will fly

whilst wraen had wanted something unlike any leadership the girl had known, teya was always in want of a leader. the snow had come and sundance had gone. lips twitched in a tight line, for the silverwhite was never far from her mind. 
today there was a lull, but the air remained greatly frigid. teya's breath formed in tiny icicles upon her chin as she squinted against the odd contrast of darkened sky against white drifts. a dejected sigh, and then her ears flung forward. a figure, melding with the snow.
unthinking, the girl dashed after the illusion, chasing it until it glittered to transparency and she returned to herself. it was not sundance. it had been nothing but a trick of the dying light. too far behind her lay the fen, yet forward spread the hard edge of a half-frozen lake. she made her way toward it with slumped shoulders, though wariness trained her immediately upon a striking individual she had not expected to see.