The cold must have gripped her brain. That was what Veer thought when he found Asawari crouching on the ground, raising a castle of snow. The white fur cloak entirely wrapped her tiny frame, making her look like the rabbit she caught the day before. Only her head was visible, with her hood pulled down around her neck, and her hair was laid out across her back like a pitch black river flowing through snow.
With her delicate, bare hands, Asawari grabbed handfuls of ice from the ground and molded them into palisade walls before pressing them onto the floor and balancing them against one another. Veer stepped up to her, but Asawari took no notice of the noise from the thick crust of ice crunching under his boots. As he stood over her, he heard her hum one of the northern tunes the singers were playing the evening before.
