The crisp air bit into her lungs with each breath, and every step crackled with frost. Just over the horizon, Prota could see the sun starting to rise. Pastel colors grew with every minute, painting the landscape around her like a dream. Color bloomed to life around her, reflecting off of every frost covered surface. Even her feathers were lightly painted with the early dawn's light. She continued to walk, trying to find a rock she'd seen the day before.
Aha, there it is, she ...