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 Tangled, baren branches entwined over head. Black as soot, trees twisted, snarled gnarled. Roots ready to trip. A raven, no two sounded and circled a bit away.

A red eyed crow, black as pitch peered at her from above. She shudders violently. A slicing cold wind, whips around and through her like her clothes are mere paper.

Blasted, Damon cold, she hated it. Loathed it, she scrowled deeply.. She hurried, her breath frosted, and fogged. As soon as it hit the air, she saw glimpse , glimmer of white ahead. She carefully headed toward it. 

It was a lake or pond. It wasn't super large but still a good size. Frosted and snow drizzled and dappled, streaked. Her teeth chattered, as she tried to grit them. Before  wrapping her arms round herself as she carefully stays to the edges and solid ground as best she can. Looking for stones and a testing stick just in case.

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She sighs softly and rubs her forehead as she leans back to gage and look her at the canvas in front of her. And the winter scene upon it. She swears she can still feel the cold in her bones.