60th of Summer, 513AV, 12th Bell
What did I get myself into...?. That was the mental thought of a girl who was running around, like how a chicken who's head has been recently cut would. What girl who was of a small stature, at barely four feet, five inches, want within the jungle? Easy. She was looking for trouble. Alright, perhaps that was not her original intention. Se had gotten tired of staying in Zeltiva, where her parents had been killed, so the obvious thing to do, was to explore. However, she really regretted her decision, and was running like her life depended on it. Which it did, in this scenario. She had wandered into these forests around the ninth bell, and had spent the last three bells running from either some random creature, a savage Myrian or two, or that one time, being chased by both parties.
Finally deciding to take break from her marathon, she slowed down, stopped, and then collapsed onto her knees, and hands on the ground. Five chimes only. Just five., she thought to herself, while panting. However, she didn't get the five chimes of rest. Two chimes after her thoughts, she thought she heard a rustling off to her right. Believing it to be another hostile, she moved the bladeless hilt out by an inch. Creating her res, and directing it into the water within the scabbard, she froze the water from the bottom upwards carefully, using the scabbard as the mold for the ice blade. Soon afterwards, when the blade was finished, she withdrew the entire blade of light blue ice, and nearly collapsed from the total effort. Swaying precariously on her feet, she looked in all directions around her at least once, before falling back to her knees, her ice blade falling flat beside her.