Drowning is quiet

It never seemed to get warmer around here, and that suited Rota just fine. The trees seemed shorter this close to the ocean, and the ice glowed green under the midday sun. It was only when she looked closer that she realised, there was grass under there, and the rest of the trunks of the trees. She thought she had seen something similar at home, but there had been box structures down there too. She blew on the ice and polished it with her paw, and wondered how many lives had been lost when this narrow valley flooded and froze.

“Speech”