ice sculptures

Haiku was taking his newly found freedom seriously, and he was now allowing himself to go past Abaven’s borders. A territory or two. Haiku was probably the most cautious of the ‘bigger’ three of the litter. Ruin had an honorary big title because of her giant personality. Usually he would have asked one of those two along on an adventure, but he was trying to prove himself to himself and was out in the world all alone. Or mostly. Prose soared in the cloudy skies above him. The weather was cold, but he wasn’t whenever he had her company. He hoped to hear from Bowen in the next few days, but with the spring never seeming to return he didn’t know when he would hear from or see her again.

The bot tried not to think too hard about his friend, he could hardly leave pack lands alone, how was he supposed to get all the way to Auster? Haiku huffed lightly but continued to plod along in the snow as he made his way to the falls, which had practically frozen over. He could still hear muffled running water, the rapids had to empty somewhere he figured. He’d seen frozen water before, and if the falls were anything they were impressive and he couldn’t wait to see the ice formations.