An Un-pheasant Situation

As the earthen woman gazed into the water, the guide was already wading in toward the center. There seemed to be an opening in the whirlpool which the melancholic fae began to vanish into. Varushka, not wanting to be left behind, splashed into the water after her. Cold water seeped into her soft warm coat, plastering it to her lithe frame. Brisk, but not dangerous water floated them along into a large underground lake. The temperature of the water was so cold it burned, and Varushka was relieved as the guide lead them ashore. Varu shook icy droplets from her pelt upon dragging herself out of the water. Shivers wracked her body both from the cold, and the sudden shock of seeing a huge castle made of ice open up before them. Her golden eyes were round with awe and she did not speak as the pair continued to approached the magnificent nature-defying structure.

The entirety of the cave was far colder than the place they had just come from, she longed to return to the surface where it was warm and dry. Her guide also shook her fur free of the water that clung to it, she couldn’t have looked sadder with those green somber eyes and cold wet fur. She didn’t seem as shocked as the earthen fae, so Varushka assumed this was where she had intended to bring her. Yellow eyes searched for some way in, or out. The only things she could see were unusual carvings on the walls and that some areas of the ice were thinner and even cracked open a bit. Glancing at the guide Varu saw a look of concern on her soft blue face. Surely she wanted to get inside, maybe it was warmer in there and they could build a fire to dry themselves off. Sniffing along the wall, she came across a rather large crack in the ice and began to poke her nose through.

[Varushka wants to roll for Dexterity!]

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