Farmhouse Glam [Tyrfing]

Dagrún was some how both wound up and terribly exhausted. No matter what she did she just couldn't seem to get to sleep. To make matters worse she didn't really want to leave her nice warm den either. She flipped over onto her stomach, rolled onto her back, growled and finally got to her feet to see if she could burn off some of this energy. Dag stretched a bit to warm herself then slipped out towards the barn to dig up a midnight snack. The moon was every bit disturbing as it had been the past few weeks. It loomed over them, peering down and staring like a great big spotlight at everything going on below.

Dag arrived at the barn but froze as she realized that there was something growing on the side of the barn. At first she thought it was just ice and the glowing was from the moon but as she got closer she realized that there were crystals growing up the side of the barn. What in the heck. Were they made of ice maybe?

Dagrún reached out to touch a crystal with her paw.