<sub>.: The day was chilly and wet from a recent downpour, and Flora was emerging from her small ice cave in which, ever since she decided to let her powers flow a bit more freely, had been decorated in beautiful shades of purple and pink hues in the ice as well as some attempts at design and texture. Nevertheless, Flora was growing proud of her home and a little bit less insecure about her power over ice and snow. However, she remained weary most of the time. She feared there might be a moment that she would cause more harm than good just as she did to her papa a moon or so ago...

A smile delicately painted her features as she gazed around the Forest around her. She rarely saw other deer around this area which was always covered in snow and ice on the trees and ground thanks to her. It was her own little winter wonderland. It was freezing cold and even the young snow queen herself got chills. However, the cold never bothered her, anyway.</sub>

_{.: Suddenly, Flora was startled by the sound of a voice close by. She paused and frowned, perking her ears to make sure her mind was not just playing tricks on her. Then it came again: a voice. Not only so, however, but she could catch something in the air-- a scent, a sensation! Someone was here. But how? Furrowing her brows, she took a step away from her structure.
"Who's there and how did you find me?" she called out with a voice of authority, as if she indeed ruled a kingdom.}

Flora came around the corner as she heard him complaining. She could not help but chuckle with amusement as she finally came into view.
"The trees being unfriendly?" joked the young snow queen. Her purplish eyes were wide with awe while she examined his appearance. She felt awe at his pelt, which made her think of the blue-hued ice that glistened in the evening in her cave.
"What is your name, Sir?" asked she to the other.

[Her tones are purple hnngh XD]

Flora, again was amused by the stag and found herself huffing with chuckles, causing puffs of frost to escape her slightly parted lips. She took a step back as if to dodge the snow that kept falling onto him.
"My name is Flora," she introduced once her chuckling calmed down.

Flora briefly paused and glanced around, smiling a little to herself as she spotted a crow nearby, neatly perched on a branch and dotted slightly with delicate snow flakes on his black feathers.

"Well, this is my home." she finally replied, breaking the silence.

Flora stepped back slightly when the stag moved to sniff her, though soon gave in and sniffed him a bit as well, rather curiously.
"Well I...kind of made it like this," she said with a sheepish look in her purplish eyes.

Flora cleared her throat from a brief pause of staring at him with a rather crossed expression and a raised brow. She stepped back, slightly from the stag.
"Well, I..." she blushed with embarrassment. She had not exactly come across such a character before, and by the way things were going, she was feeling a bit unsure of herself, and the stress of it all caused the wind to pick up, slightly around her.
"I just did," she replied, looking over her shoulder.

[LOL XDD omigosh]

Flora's eye grew wide and she stepped a little closer.
"Oh! Are you alright?" She asked, examining his flank and the bump growing on his rump with a look of uncertainty on her features.
"Uh, you should probably get that checked" She suggested with slow hesitance before stepping back, glancing up towards the trees which held ice and snow atop of them. She held back a chuckle. The young snow queen then perked as she remembered something he had said.
"W-wait wait wait, you said "either?"

.: Flora's fur stood on end. Had she heard him correctly? For a moment, the entire world was holding its breath, speechless with shock and confusion.
"Y-you...said ice magic? You have...you have it too?" Asked the young snow queen, nearly unable to speak from disbelief.

.: Flora barely heard him, as excitement began to replace her shock.
"I-I just can't believe it! Are you a Faerie? Are there more of you? Somewhere? Do you know others who can control other elements around?" She asked; her voice fast and excited and her eyes big like that of an astonished fawn. She stepped closer with every word that escaped her grinning lips.

"Oh..." Flora breathed. She turned her eyes to the trees around her. She backed away a bit; her cheeks reddening.
"I am...very sorry. I...guess I misunderstood," The doe sighed and glanced at him with softer eyes, ones showing quite a bit of sympathy. For her, her powers could be a blessing. However, in his case, it sounded like some curse to dread. Looking down, she shuffled a hoof in the snow.
"So...a cure, huh? I am afraid I am not sure I can be of help to you."

.: Flora smiled for a moment, though her frown soon returned.
"But...I am a Winter Faerie. It is in my blood...what if it is not the same for you? I mean, what if you do die from using it if you try too much? What if I convince you to use your powers and you get hurt?" she asked with worry painting her features.

The snow queen's eye grew wide again.
"You mean...you want m-me to teach you? Like...a guide?" She was astonished and a little nervous. She would have never dreamed of meeting someone with similar power to herself, nor could she imagine helping him with his. She herself was still figuring out how to control hers, properly.

/lol XD/

Flora frowned and looked down; her ears drooping with her.
"Well...I belong out here...alone. Where I can be who I am...without hurting anyone" Flora replied. Her brows furrowed as she remembered the incident with her father.
"Especially those I love..." she added in an almost inaudible murmur. Though a few in her life inspired her to let her powers flow freely, she was still cautious. The memory of what happened earlier that year just could not clear from her mind, and she could not let go of the fear it may repeat itself.

He earned a small smile from Flora and her gentle purplish gaze strayed to his own orbs of sight.
"Thanks. I guess you are right..." her smile slowly faded. She glanced down at the ground where it was covered in snow.
"I am still a little unsure, though...I have a few I am so close to and I cannot help but come close to them but...I still have that fear in me but...they distract me from that fear. I just worry that I will forget...what happened that day, and I will slip and let it go! And then they will get hurt and I-I won't be able to forgive myself!" She closed her eyes tightly and the wind picked up; the cold around her growing sharp and somewhat bitter.

The small blizzard stopped as the young snow queen was startled out of her fearful internal panic. She felt a comforting coolness in her head, suddenly. Looking back, her eyes grew wide.
"Y-your leg!" She exclaimed, turning to him with concern.
"The frost..." Flora murmured, examining him.
"This happens when you use your magic...?" the doe asked.

She noticed him smiling and perked, suddenly.
"Er...what are you smiling at?" She attempted to look at her head, though only ended up turning and glancing behind her shoulder.
"Is there...something on my face?" Flora paused and then glanced behind her to an ice-covered tree only to be greeted by her reflection and noticed the ice flower on her head.
"Oh...it's beautiful!" She breathed.
"You did this, didn't you?" Blushing

"No! N-no, it is wonderful. I adore it, truly" she said with a soft voice. She smiled sweetly and gently nuzzled his shoulder in a friendly manner.
"What is your name again, Sir?" she asked softly with embarassment. She was never truly good at names.

"Niquetil..." Flora murmured as if sampling the stag's name on her lips. She found herself chuckling a little bit.
"What a charming name!" Replied the snowy doe. She looked over her shoulder and nodded.
"Yes, my cave is very much nearby here, Niquitil."

It is amazing how things in the heart can change how things seem to the eyes. At one time, many years before, actually, the young snowy doe felt comfort and warmth in this place; this modest thicket where she had her first awakening, met her father, and was raised sheltered and loved. It was a small haven for her at that time. This place brought nothing but smiles.
Alas, good things do not last forever, and Flora felt she should have realized it sooner or later; that she would one day feel woe whenever she opened her eyes to see the twisted fingers of the thicket in which she had spent most of her starving days rolling around inside, as if she had been eaten alive by a monster and could do nothing but wiggle in its belly until digested into nothing.

Flora's eyes wandered around, examining the icy branches that was her corrupted home. She sighed softly to herself; the first sound she felt she could make for the while, and soon let her eyes rest on the brightness that was leaking into the forest structure from the opening. It had been so long since she was outside. Had the world beyond this darkness changed at all? Her strange curiosity was further aroused when the sound of a bird's delightful song reached her ears, which perked in curiosity.
Finally, she decided to act upon it, and shifted onto her knees. Flora winced once she realized how weak and skinny she was becoming, and her legs were so shaky the moment she attempted to stand, she felt as if she had aged backwards into an awkward newborn fawn. Nevertheless, she still had knowledge on such things, and eventually made it onto her weakly twigs that had at one time been a pear of strong yet elegant legs. She limped outside and was bitter-sweetly greeted by the warm sun of afternoon. Its brightness should have felt warm against her thin fur, though Flora could only feel the coldness of the inside of her. Funny, she did not use to feel cold from her own frost, yet many days among her own blanket had left cold scars inside and out. For a brief moment, the young snow queen could do nothing but gaze about her surroundings, making check of everything that had changed, which was not a lot besides the small flowers that were starting to sprout. here and there in the small clearing.

Suddenly, the doe's legs began to move forward. They led her into the Forest; the world she was so familiar in, yet felt so lost as she took her steps carefully to refrain from falling over. She looked upward, somewhat hoping to spot the strange black crow that had been offering her visits every so often. The world did not feel the way it once did, and she found suspicion in every little movement or sound the world had to offer.
Finally, she found herself shaking herself as a new scent filled her nostrils. She turned, realizing she was not alone in the area. Another deer was somewhere close by. But where? Strangely enough, Flora was debating on whether or not anyone was actually there. Possibly, she had lost her sense of the Forest, and her mind was playing tricks on her. Despite all of this, Flora still had the curious itchy feeling that she got whenever something was added to the setting, which she could not shake away.
"Is...s-someone there?" asked the snow queen, shocked by the weak croaking of her own voice, that had seemingly dried out like a dying river.
In addition, it was even more painful to hear her weakened voice than actually speaking for the first time in forever.

The heart of the doe skipped a beat at the sound of a voice, and as she lifted her head and ears, Flora realized that the voice was familiar. She took a step forwards, gazing around for the source of the voice.
"Wh-who...who is there?" she asked in a voice that she attempted to be louder than her first call. She weakly bleated; the alertnes distracting her from her sadness, if only for a moment.

Flora shamefully gazed down at herself. She should not have been surprised though, as her new frail appearance was quite obvious.
"It is...a long story," she replied to him in a bit of a whispery tone.

wana start this one over? maybe diff plot?