[ The chilling wind picks up again, and she wonders if this is Mother Nature's way of mocking her. Even as she tries to move against the current of the swirling flakes, everything seems to guide her direction toward the trees. Her eyes glance around the area, and when she catches the brief sight of what seems to be a body composed of ice, Snow freezes.
The work of magic?
She has never associated magic with anything good or positive, but it can't help but pique her interest. Cautiously, Snow makes her way towards the place where the figure had just appeared, a hand dropping down to the hilt of her dagger for protection. ]
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The work of magic?
She has never associated magic with anything good or positive, but it can't help but pique her interest. Cautiously, Snow makes her way towards the place where the figure had just appeared, a hand dropping down to the hilt of her dagger for protection. ]