( A woman stands on the ice, drenched, looking critically at the hole that she was only recently pulled herself out of. The ice around it is fragile, but padded with enough snow to cover it, laying a dangerous trap for the unwary, or those trying to make a quick escape across the lake. They might escape a bear or a worse, only to find themselves dragged to a far colder demise.
She seems undisturbed by the face that her robes cling heavily to her skin with the water, the layered material black and dark shades of blue that may have been partly grey or slightly less midnight when not so very soaked. Her arms are wrapped in black cloth and leather, and in her right hand she holds a staff, carved from wood, the top adorned with a crow's skull and what could be blue glass or an eerie, semi-translucent stone hooking through the skull. Frost magic moves about her hands and she murmurs quietly, before her spell layers over the patch in the ice and the surrounding area to layer it over.
The sound of approaching steps makes her look up sharply in their direction, though whether she looks like a deer tensing to flee or a wolf preparing to leap, well. So much depends on the eye of the beholder. )
Do not, ( she warns, nodding to the ice. ) The ground here is treacherous.
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She seems undisturbed by the face that her robes cling heavily to her skin with the water, the layered material black and dark shades of blue that may have been partly grey or slightly less midnight when not so very soaked. Her arms are wrapped in black cloth and leather, and in her right hand she holds a staff, carved from wood, the top adorned with a crow's skull and what could be blue glass or an eerie, semi-translucent stone hooking through the skull. Frost magic moves about her hands and she murmurs quietly, before her spell layers over the patch in the ice and the surrounding area to layer it over.
The sound of approaching steps makes her look up sharply in their direction, though whether she looks like a deer tensing to flee or a wolf preparing to leap, well. So much depends on the eye of the beholder. )
Do not, ( she warns, nodding to the ice. ) The ground here is treacherous.