Winter's eyes lit up. "Really? Oh thank you. That would be lovely!" Then she smiled a bit shyly. "You could sell them or do whatever you want with them if you want. You know, like somehow work them into your creations as well." She added generously. "But you don't have to if you don't want to of course." She didn't want Lucatiel to think she was forcing her into anything. It wasn't something Winter would do to someone. She stroked the Everice hatchling fondly. The only art she was actually talented at was detailed sculpture and preservance of her sculptures.

It tended to be a soothing oulet for her frustrations, worries and emotions. The only solace she had found was creating her Everice figurines and making children happy. Winter was a gentle soul and only hurt others unless she thought it absolutely necessary. She especially despised people who hurt innocents and animals. Random cruelty and violence towards an undeserving victim was not tolerated. Winter usually dealt with such people by freezing them and then smashing them to bits, leaving nothing but powdered ice and bones. 

Winter found great satisfaction in this way of dealing with bad people. She found a lot of satisfaction doing it. It was almost a sort of justified, sadistic pleasure. She always made sure she destroyed the right person however. She didn't like to bear the weight of the guilt of killing an innocent herself. It was hypocritical in the worst sense she could imagine.