Casey gently pulled her hand from his own, and left her on the bank as she closed her eyes.  "No peeking,"  He insisted.  There was a soft, creeping, crackling sound.  Like settling frost.  Light, and the rush of air played on the eyelids of the pretty brunette.  The sound of Casey's footsteps, muted on the sandy bank changed as he stepped further from his about-to-be fiance.  Bootheels clicked onto something much harder than sand, and farther out than the edge of the shore.<br/><br/>The stepping sound stopped, but the creaking sound continued, though growing vaguely more distant.  "Alright,"  Casey said.  "Open your eyes."<br/><br/>Casey stood well beyond the shore, on a path of ice as wide as his outstretched arms.  He was backlit by what appeared to be a roaring bonfire on the water, and he was holding out an inviting hand to the woman.  Little wisps of flame made footprints on the ice that lead to the young wizard, dancing gaily and contending with the fire behind him to make the shadows dance on the unseasonal ice.  It was a display of control and power.  And it was lovely to look upon.<br/><br/>"I have something to ask you, Evelyn Frost."  He called across the intervening space.