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She had been awoken by something. Something...new.

Her consciousness ebbed back slowly, reaching out in the dark after the source of the call. It had sounded like a voice, or was it many voices as one? But her search was in vain, and she was only met by emptiness and cold.

Hel stirred and rose to her feet, feeling the air. It was winter, she could tell, as she tried and failed to rouse her fires. She should not have awoken so soon, as the cold and the frost seeped her of strength and left her as bare as the blackened trees around her. She could only manage a flicker of flame above her head. That will have to do.

Hel cocked her head as her companion drifted into view, trailing whisps of light. It flapped lazily as it landed on her head, whispering into her ear as it imparted news of the outside world. Of cold frost growing outward like spiderwebs. Of a spirit in a pond, far to the west of their boundary, trapped and lost. Of something deep in the water. She snorted at the moth, the movement setting it aflight.

"It doesn't concern me."

As soon as that thought had escaped her, the voice rang out again, sharp and clear through her head. Though it bore no words, Hel could feel the desperation that gripped its owner. She narrowed her eyes, hesitant, but her companion had already started forward, its glow beckoning towards her.

Might as well, since she was already awake now.

..

No sooner had the broken trees begun to thin when Hel felt the familiar tugging within her, which only grew stronger as she approached the edge of her boundary. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like a thread growing taut within her as she pulled away from it, but she shook it off with a beat of her wings and forced her focus to the small pond that lay below them. It was a barren pool of water, the thawed snow having created a cold slush around its edges that now sat stagnant in the winter air. The sun shone dully on its surface, yet untouched by frost.

She suddenly shivered as she approached its bank, branches rigid along her spine. Her moth fluttered nervously around her head, whispering nonsense. Something there drew her closer, though all her instincts cried to pull her back. Fire feared water. The warmth shunned the cold.

Yet Hel reached out a hesitant paw, and pressed it gently to the water's surface.

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Part One of the Fresh Waters Event. guess what part two is gonna be

Description
She had been awoken by something. Something...new.

Her consciousness ebbed back slowly, reaching out in the dark after the source of the call. It had sounded like a voice, or was it many voices as one? But her search was in vain, and she was only met by emptiness and cold.

Hel stirred and rose to her feet, feeling the air. It was winter, she could tell, as she tried and failed to rouse her fires. She should not have awoken so soon, as the cold and the frost seeped her of strength and left her as bare as the blackened trees around her. She could only manage a flicker of flame above her head. That will have to do.

Hel cocked her head as her companion drifted into view, trailing whisps of light. It flapped lazily as it landed on her head, whispering into her ear as it imparted news of the outside world. Of cold frost growing outward like spiderwebs. Of a spirit in a pond, far to the west of their boundary, trapped and lost. Of something deep in the water. She snorted at the moth, the movement setting it aflight.

"It doesn't concern me."

As soon as that thought had escaped her, the voice rang out again, sharp and clear through her head. Though it bore no words, Hel could feel the desperation that gripped its owner. She narrowed her eyes, hesitant, but her companion had already started forward, its glow beckoning towards her.

Might as well, since she was already awake now.

..

No sooner had the broken trees begun to thin when Hel felt the familiar tugging within her, which only grew stronger as she approached the edge of her boundary. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like a thread growing taut within her as she pulled away from it, but she shook it off with a beat of her wings and forced her focus to the small pond that lay below them. It was a barren pool of water, the thawed snow having created a cold slush around its edges that now sat stagnant in the winter air. The sun shone dully on its surface, yet untouched by frost.

She suddenly shivered as she approached its bank, branches rigid along her spine. Her moth fluttered nervously around her head, whispering nonsense. Something there drew her closer, though all her instincts cried to pull her back. Fire feared water. The warmth shunned the cold.

Yet Hel reached out a hesitant paw, and pressed it gently to the water's surface.

::
Part One of the Fresh Waters Event. guess what part two is gonna be