The sky is a sharp, cold blue, its winds howling across the tundra. In the landscape devoid of most plant-life, a cloud of steam rises a distance away, toward the eastern dip. Most of your parts being frozen, you decide warmth would be a good idea and lope to the source. There you find a hotspring, small but quite elaborate. The water bubbles off stones in varying shades of grey, from white to near-black. As the water from deep within the earth hits the air, it forms the cloud of steam. You eye the spring for a bit, then when a mental shrug, plunge a hand in to drink. Instantly you yelp and snatch it out of the HOT water. A faint click of hooves on stone comes near, along with the sound of soft, cynical laughter.

A small mare coolly watches out from her dark eyes, "Why ayre you at my hotspyrings?" Nursing your scalded hand, you mumble something. She raises a brow, then brushes back her spiked mane, "Mm. Now that was a cleayr, defined answeyr." You stare blankly wondering how such a tiny equnie could be so sarcastic. "I'm Emeyraldice~chill -- Chill of Emeyrald Ice. A Lamanayr." She adds, "Since you pyrobably didn't know what I am."
You open your mouth to reply, but Chill of Emerald Ice snaps open her wings and soars off.

Name	Chill of Emerald Ice
Callname	EmeraldIce~Chill
Age	Adult
Species	Samanayr
Gender	Female
Birthsong	Snow Emerald/Sapphire Flame
Sire	Fog of the Verdant Forest
Dam	Ember of the Rising Sun
Song	None
Offspring	None

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