The Last and Loveliest

Locha shivered. It had been over a year since the woman had travelled to the North, and although she had lived here once during Winter the sheer frigidness seemed to have dulled in her memories. All that she cared to remember about the cold was warm nights snuggled next to the massive hot water bottle that was Glacier, competing with her sister for the warmth he provided. Definitely not the horrible bombardment of relentless snow and ice that this was.

Currently, Locha was stomach deep in snow, wading towards what seemed a dip in the land. Her blue tail, which was currently high above the snowfall swayed as the snow began to thin. Giving herself a little shake, the girl started at a much more speedy pace, finally . It was too late when the woman ran over a patch of ice and fell, rather embarrassingly, into the riverbed. A mad blush on her face, Locha struggled to her feet elegantly. I don't know what you're thinking, of course she didn't slip and fall on her face a a few times while trying!

Finally, Locha stood, a few feet away from the treacherous ice.
"Thank goodness no one saw that..." she said, staring down at her feet. It would have been mortifying

"Speech!"