So when Annie said she liked to do "her own thing," he hadn't been sure what that meant. Now he decided that possibly her sister—who he had not yet been introduced to—just didn't like getting nipped in the bud. Literally. Any time Azra tried to slow down Annie very casually moved
slower and eventually he just shrugged and accepted it. Instead he chose to make a game of anticipating the next snap, trying to jump to the side or leap forward quickly enough to avoid the teeth. He was not very good at this, but it didn't matter because when they were both laughing Azra hardly noticed time pass or the impenetrable darkness of the woods.
Though maybe he should have anticipated the fact that the lake would be uncovered—there was no way trees could stretch
all the way across—Azra was equally as taken aback as his companion was when they finally stepped past the final tree and into the blinding light. The boy screwed his eyes shut, letting almost a whole minute pass before one nervous eyelid lifted just a sliver.
"Hooooo," he exhaled through rounded lips as if he had been burned. Or he was an owl. The sun was so strong he could feel it warming his remaining, closeted yellow eye. The more gentle sensation coaxed the rest of his gaze out of hiding.
There she was, Heiress Loch.
The majesty of the perfectly open and glassy ice inspired him to try out one of his "fun facts." But in his own, roundabout way.
"Do you know the difference between a pond and a lake?", he asked, shouldering her out of the way as he went straight for the edge of the frozen water. Wobbling a little at first when he hit it with some momentum, he eventually locked his knees and straightened, though he kept sliding.