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A moment longer standing idle there in wait and she might have slipped from the waking world to dream with ease. Had it not been for his scent, his audible regard to bring her forward, she might have believed she'd fallen asleep so sudden. Fatigue cast strange spells on the mind at its peek, and she was due for an impossible vision of her own.
Caution remained absent in her stride as she neared, though her eye would turn toward the ice on occasion. Each crack was a pressure line. Each creak, a word of warning for the bold. She was mindful of it, but did not fear its grip, especially when the song ceased and she was near the nightly spector at last. She offered her greeting by a gentle sway of her tail, freeing frost that clung to fall away into the awaiting embrace of its likeness.
"The cold," her voice peaked at a whisper. "...does it keep you from dreaming?" Her gaze rested on his muzzle, though peeked with care to the pit of his eye. |