by Natalya Romanov » Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:39 pm
Natalya was sitting on a bench in the garden. Where she'd gotten a block of ice as tall as she was, it was probably best not to ask, but one sat in front of her. Her hair was a lighter blue than normal and the ice did not appear to be melting as it should. She just looked at it, as if she was trying to discern something in it.
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