Hazel gives a slight squeak of surprise when her feet slip nearly out from underneath her entirely when Reynard pulls her onto the path. She grips tight to his hand instinctively and shifts to try and better find her balance on the freshly iced path.
"Oh!" It's like a polished mirror as far down as Hazel can see with drifts of snow to break any big falls that don't happen to be straight down onto one's backside. Her grip lessens just a little bit as she finds her confidence.
"You really shouldn't have." Seriously, Reynard. Someone's going to get very hurt trying to walk on this. But it's difficult to argue too much when Winter's chosen himself is leading Hazel across the ice. "This is much nicer, though. Thank you."
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Hazel gives a slight squeak of surprise when her feet slip nearly out from underneath her entirely when Reynard pulls her onto the path. She grips tight to his hand instinctively and shifts to try and better find her balance on the freshly iced path.
"Oh!" It's like a polished mirror as far down as Hazel can see with drifts of snow to break any big falls that don't happen to be straight down onto one's backside. Her grip lessens just a little bit as she finds her confidence.
"You really shouldn't have." Seriously, Reynard. Someone's going to get very hurt trying to walk on this. But it's difficult to argue too much when Winter's chosen himself is leading Hazel across the ice. "This is much nicer, though. Thank you."