[ It isn't the first time she's walked on the ice of the ponds of Milton's wilds. Of course she takes a whole lot of care, but it's always been so solid — even with the summer months. Winter's never really let go of this place. And it seems so steady beneath her feet as she steps onto it until the strange, horrible crack makes her freeze and the ice gives way, water swallowing her.
It's a small mercy she's able to keep her head above water when she gasps as the shock of the cold hits her, but she's quickly struggling — panic threatens to drown her quicker than the frigid water can. She flails, gasping and spluttering. ]
Please, no— no— [ Horror flashes in her eyes, a shaking hand reaching for his. ] I can't, c-can't— Horatio—
[ Her brain's scrambled with the cold-shock, but she grips onto his hand. ]
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It's a small mercy she's able to keep her head above water when she gasps as the shock of the cold hits her, but she's quickly struggling — panic threatens to drown her quicker than the frigid water can. She flails, gasping and spluttering. ]
Please, no— no— [ Horror flashes in her eyes, a shaking hand reaching for his. ] I can't, c-can't— Horatio—
[ Her brain's scrambled with the cold-shock, but she grips onto his hand. ]