The temperatures were not nearly low enough to freeze the falls all the way, not like the Three Sisters that Sahalie missed so much. But it would have to do. Her head tipped all the way back, and she strained to look at the jagged shelf of ice that covered the start of the waterfall. It was like a thousand, massive icicles glittering in the starlight. She closed her eyes and took a breath. It all tasted like strarlight. This was the farthest north she had come so far, uncertain about wandering any closer to Oak Tree Bend lest she lose all her strength. It would drag her back if she let it, she knew. Her dream was strong but perhaps, she worried, that her homesickness was stronger. Her sunflower eyes blinked away visions of Serach's defeated form, slumped against a tree. How had winter treated them? Were they still okay? Were they still there? But if she smelled the borders she might not turn back.
And then where would she be?
So she tried to forget where she was, eyes trained on the twinkling water and the mists of stray water drops diffusing at the base where the cliff met flat land again. The pool itself was frozen over, but as the girl stepped closer to the edge of the pool, wondering if maybe the ice was skate-able she noticed how dark the ice was. The small pond was imperceptibly deep, and the small girl backed up. The deep waters would probably keep the pool warmer than the the other water sourced in the area—mere puddles compared to this—in this time of the year, and the ice would not be as frozen. Not safe. She pouted, but it would be enough to just take in the cloudless night and the scenery.