The stunning girl had ventured out of Ranjord to find herself some fun. Preferably the lad she knew lay at the end of this soulmate tie, though she wasn’t opposed to other lays along the way. She was trouble on four limbs, a whirlwind of carelessness and beauty. She knew that she was beautiful. In fact, if somebody walked up to Esmeray and told her she was a deity on earth, she was like to agree with them.
She was on the mainland, just having a blast in the snow. She was curled in a snowbank. Cold didn’t bother Esma like it would most wolves; she was of Dane lineage and an ice Elemental. She loved it, in fact, seeking it out even in the months of summer when the only cold to be found sourced from ocean breezes twirling into Ranjord from the sea.

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