The biolumiscent creatures dancing below the surface of the ice glowed about the figure of the woman, outlining her paws and entire bodice in an ethereal glow in the night, casting it in a green similar to her own peridot gems. This world was strange and beautiful, captivating and deadly, especially in the brink of night. What she had yet to take note of was a male approaching. He was about two inches taller than she, but in no way bulky or massive. His amethysts hung low, cast only to the shimmering waves of creatures beneath the crystalline terrain. Not a hint of cold flickered on his frame or his maw. Peridots fixated on the larger male, slate ears swiveling forward to capture the sound of his voice above the winds.
Her claws would rake the ice in quiet melody, her haunches reclining to seat the woman on the frozen lake. Her banner would sweep aside some old snow, creatures surfacing to trace this movement, waving beneath her moving tail. Her teeth chattered quietly, but she ignored the sensation of cold weaving up her appendages.