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The sigh of relief as she lifted herself over the small bank could be caught and heard for miles it seemed. The winds were still at a wail, snow that was once falling was now growing parallel to the white colored earth. Freeze coming over the lands was more than noticeable and yet the dove felt as if it had snuck up on her so easily. Taking a moment to stand, the shivering fae pushed herself forward. Lavender gaze remaining keen on the target in the near distance.

Her colors would blend and meld with that of the sideways snow, hitting at her right side with such a force, trailing to her left, taking her pelt with it as it was forced against her, the feeling of being pushed aside caused her delicate, slow footsteps to cross over one another, catching her sleek figure and correcting her elegant stance. She righted her posture, allowing her attention to remain on the discarded ship resting on the frozen shores. Snow clouded her view with such force, lavender glowed with every slow blink that would allow them to be open to the world about her. Her mind was at a stand still, whether or not it was frozen she failed to notice, for her limbs accompanied her preoccupied thoughts, footsteps were nothing but numb stabs up her thin, flexible legs. Chest would heave to rid the cold air of her trembling lungs. Her breath pulled from her crystalized nostrils faster than it could be pulled in, and the realization of where she was physically came over her.

Her pace quickened, forcing her frozen feet into a trot as she floated over the flaking snow, the holes she left behind quickly disappearing into the abyss of the storm. Shivers fell endlessly down her spine as she shrunk herself, hugging against the white earth to push her narrow frame through a small crack in the hull of the ship. Although still frozen, a sigh of relief came over her and she felt oxygen begin to consume her body and begin the revival of her frigid physique. Silence fell over the bellowing ship, it's song was deep and haunting as the winds fluttered through the cracks and weakened wood. Howls and thunderous calls filling the hull as she stood where she was, trembling bodice working itself back up to it's comfortable temperature. Mustering the strength she allowed her bodice to shake momentarily, bracing herself carefully as she did so, flying snow and water pooled about her in damp radial circle. Lavender optics which were once dim seemed to brighten, focusing her attention on her surroundings in careful alertness.