Esmeray had found the perfect excuse to make trouble. Her paranoid brother had snuck out of Ranjord, swimming! Oh, this was golden. She simply froze the water to walk on it; she was an Elemental. That was well within her ability. She smirked, envisioning a possible night of fun. Almost an adult; so she could do what pleased her, couldn’t she? She was over her wariness of punishment; plus, a good swim could shake off any scent of shenanigans before she returned home, if there were any.
Esma’s eyes looked to where Clouseau had gone. She was wary of him. But, if he died and she could have saved him, she’d never hear the end of it from Father or Pierce. So, she trailed Clouseau.
Pretty! Her brother maybe had some hope after all. If only these flowers were an icy, cool blue. That would make them so much better, she thought as she prodded one. Pink. Ew. The light was magnificent, though. That was what made each flower stunning.

“Ice has a beauty, can’t be controlled!”