#frost-lightning

Dia was simply enjoying a log walk down an old path in the woods when something got stuck in her hair. "What the-?" She ran her fingers through the quickly lightening blond strands, finding a small chunk of wood. Wood? Where would the wood come from? She eyed the evening skies, waiting for night. She'd shine like an LED light with the moon at its fullest phase tonight. Oh well. At least no one would see her. The cons of working as Manny's assistant. Now, she examined the wood piece. Lightly frosted over, looking like it had been cut. How odd... Perhaps it's owner wasn't that far away?