Shea-Lynn perched at the edge of her watching-cliff, hundreds of feet off the ground. She breathed in the chill air and smiled. Snowy winds blew her coco-brown hair around her face, pulling it back to show her stormy grey eyes. She jumped down off the cliff to grab ahold of the sheer rock face, climbing down the side swiftly. Nineteen years of climbing the mountains she called home. She fingered her grey pull-over sweater, feeling the rough, warm fabric against her white T-shirt and bare skin. The humans came up here sometimes, but most stayed away. Rumours of a lost girl's ghost was enough to keep them away if the rough terrain didn't.<br/><br/>She wandered among the wind-blown pines, their needles a dull green and sharpened to points in defence. The thick snow on the ground made her pant-legs soaking wet and cold but Shea-Lynn didn't feel it. It was just pleasantly cool. It always had been, always would be. She didn't question it. Her pale skin matched the snow and contrasted dramatically to her dark brown hair. She looked out over her frozen world and smiled. Home sweet home.