Whitebark Stream luftschloss

Not me stealing all your threads :3c

A momentary trip away from the familiar glacier she called home.

She was in the water, down stream, that the land held within it. There was no intent besides to be soaked in it’s cool refreshing sensation and see what it brought down its streams in the shallow parts. She had seen a fish or two pass by, wary of her legs like barricades in the water.

Unaware that he might have been near enough to see and be seen.