Experimentally, Lily stretched out one of her new wings to test how it felt. It worked just like an arm and to Lily's surprise, it was really easy to control.
She stretched out the other and decided to try flying.
She knew it was a crazy idea, but that's what happens to you when you are created by the moon and turn into a bird on the same day, right?
She started to move her wings up and down, creating a flapping motion.
After a couple minutes of doing this, Lily began to feel silly so she neatly folded her wings to her sides.
She hopped back onto the rock that she'd been resting on earlier and perched there. Unmoving and silent. Gazing at the breathtaking beauty of her favorite season.
The she spread her wings and jumped.
Lily was gliding in the air. Actually flying! It had been one of her childhood dreams and now she had accomplished it.
Well... minus the part where she turned into a bird. She circled the hill easily, admiring how her wings seemed to know exactly what to do.
As for the feeling of flying... words couldn't describe.
All she could say was that it was one of the most blissful and absolutely wonderful sensations she had ever felt in her life.
The wind carried her on it's shoulders, ruffling her feathers with such gentleness and affection that she just had to wonder, Did the wind treat everyone like this?
She lightly landed on the top of the hill and looked around. She had been right.
This was the perfect vantage point and she could see everything that the hill was taller than. So she had spotted the glacier with ease.
Lily also noticed that there was a small lake not too far away from it. She vaguely wondered if she had run across it during her frantic search for Eve.
She took to the sky once more and headed for the glacier.
While in the air, Lily thought about how she would approach Eve.
She didn't want to alarm her sister by changing into a white haired, immortal version of her big sister from a bird.
So, she landed on the bank of the frozen lake, deciding to walk the rest of the way.
The problem was, how did she turn back into her more human form. Lily had imagined the falcon in her head and that's what she became.
So she figured it was her best bet. She closed her eyes and imagined her human form.
It was right about then that she'd decided to continue calling herself a "human" since "immortal guardian whatever-that-is" was a bit of a mouthful.
She imagined her long flowing hair and pale skin. The beautiful dress made out of lace and colored with pearls.
Her striking electric blue eyes, the color of the beautiful icicles hanging from the evergreens surrounding her.
Slowly and cautiously, she opened her eyes, feeling lashes brush against her skin. She lifted her hands to her face, staring in wonder at her pale fingers.
She looked down at her dress. It was the same one she had been born with (she didn't know what else to call her creation). Her feet were, once again, bare.
Lily went to the edge of the ice and stared at her reflection. There were the eyes, blue as ever. There was the hair, white as snow.
And she watched as a smile started to creep its way onto her reflection's face. Lily straightened out of her crouch, grinning ear to ear.
Being a winter spirit was fun! And she decided not to let it go to waste. Lily grabbed a hand full of snow and dumped it onto the lakes glossy surface.
Shaping the snow and adding fine details took less than an ounce of effort. She had always loved art.
Ever since the moment she had shifted into that magnificent falcon, a plan had started forming in her head.
There were so many things she wanted to do, so many things she wanted to learn to do with her new found powers. And now, she was going to find out.
The figure she had created was a fox and the lines in her face were set in determination. She was going to make it come alive.
She concentrated on the frozen animal that she created, holding her hands out to it. Beckoning it to jump from the ground.
Closing her eyes, she imagined a beautiful white arctic fox leaping from the ice.
She opened her them again and watched with fascination as the frozen sculpture she created was showered in a shimmering cascade of sparks.
When they cleared, a fox as small as a young dog lay on the ice. It watched her with golden eyes that glistened with the evening sun.
It jumped high into the air with the grace of a swan and exploded into thousands of tiny snowflakes.
Lily laughed and smiled until her face hurt. Yes. She would find new things to do with herself everyday. And she would do it with her sister.
Now it was time to find Eve.