OoC: Sorry for the long wait. Many things to cath up on.

BiC: The half angel awoke with a startled look on her face. She had just fallen asleep after taking care of some demons that plagued a small village southeast of her resting spot. She had attempted to sleep in a cave with a fire that made everything glow. She was still a little cold even though the fire kept her going. Sylva stared at the fire for a while and went back to sleep.

Snow surrounded the scene. A lake was frozen, showing her it was winter there. A small crack had been created in the middle of the lake and something was rising slowly...

She woke up in another fright. The frozen lake dream, as she called it, had bee torturing her lately, even in her waking moments. She almost crashed once from this very dream. Sylva had been putting off this dream for a while, but now, she seemed to have no choice bu to find out where the lake was located. She had had enough of this and wanted it to end. The fire was out and she left the safety of the cave to venture into the cold of the snowy fields.

The angel had reason to believe that something here had been linked to the Seasons, but now she abandoned the idea. All she wanted was for this dream to end now. As she flew across the sky, the dream hit her again, but she struggled against it as she reached the site of the frozen lake. It was a flat land with white from a bird's eye view. The lake seemed like a mirror to her since it was completely frozen. The angel landed nearby as she had spotted a ruined house. It was covered in ice, but she hoped to find something there, as ruins always gave her a clue.

The door to this frozen house was open, so she walked in. The place was a wreck as she saw some stairs leading to the second floor and a hall leading to who knows where, so she took the stairs and found herself in a hallway. She heard some voices coming from one of the rooms. In this room were two females. One was older than her and the other was younger. Also in this room was a man older than her, yet around the same age of the older woman. The man had dark blue hair. The older woman had long black hair and the younger one had long golden brown hair. It seemed that they all noticed her since their eyes were focused on her.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

"I'm Sylva," she responded quickly, as if it was an order, "Sylva Winter."