how the frostbite mangles

Dread had planned to slip away to visit his father, but a look from Halo had encouraged Deluge to poke around in the general vicinity of the Armada until they made their way south on her mother's errand. The sound of crashing water dragged her through the changing foliage of Waterfall peak, dried leaves audibly crunching underfoot as she poked around, casual, not scoping anything out no-siree. She was totally meant to be this far north thank you very much. The bottles over her hips clinked as she slid on loose leaves down an incline and closer to a shallow stream that branched off from the main pool at the base of the falls. It'd probably be wonderful in summer, but now the weather was turning, it left a chill in the air.

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