Skill:
AW Yuelin! Selenite !
How I imagine some of the washed up ice to look!

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The morning was stark and cold.

As he exited his ocean-side den, he would squint his eyes against the strong surge of wind that whipped through his dense coat. A shiver would run through him, the sun weakly peeking up from behind the dark horizon with a yellowed yawn. Makara had made a habit of waking up early as of late, and he would note with each passing cycle of the sun that it would grow colder and darker as the daring grip of winter chased after them.

He would make his way toward the shore, chasing the call of the ocean.

The landscape of the beach looked different this morning. It would seem as though the cold tides of the ocean had brought in some bits of glacial ice that had washed up upon the shore. The icy behemoths glittered against the early morning sun, and Makara would blink, curiosity driving him forward. They had nested up on the shore, half in the water, lodged against the sand where they would likely remain trapped until they melted. Some were smaller chunks that seemed to still float around in the tide, but others were much larger.

Large enough ... perhaps ... to climb.

The dragon would move forward, his body tensing a bit against the harsh bite of the water as he entered the waves and neared the ice.

And with a less-than-graceful leap, he tossed his body toward the glacier, aiming to get himself on top of it. Much to his dismay, the ice was (believe it or not) slick, and his paws slid around him, his chest hitting the hard edge with an oof. And for a few moments, he would scramble, half-suspended as he finally clambered upward onto the ice. A soft puff of air pressed out of his nose as he swayed his tail behind him to steady himself.

Well, hopefully no one saw that.

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A high giggle from behind him shows the unfortunate truth: someone is watching, and it's the unholy brat that's been brooding since arriving on the island. At least she's resolved to staying here; she's too useless to wander alone, this much she knows. Without a pack to feed her, she'd die in minutes. Even swimming would be difficult, and while she's followed Makara out to the glacier, she's found herself a different way. Fractures of ice have connected across each waterway, and she's managed to hop from drift to drift. Even now she's floating on a nearby glacier, watching Makara on his.

"Pretty cool, huh?" she calls, her voice high as she struts across her glacier, leaning forward. "I can't find a jump over to yours!"