"You know, oil for lamps and cooking and soap for cleaning up and things like that. Its good to know there' places I can get that stuff." Ariel replied. "Miss Aravanth, you shouldn't touch that. You really should put that dow-,"

In the next moment Ariel was just gone. The very instant something had leaped out of the trees screaming amid a fluffy of snowflakes he had rolled backwards off the log, done a back handspring onto his feet, and dived between the half closed flaps of his tent into the darkness beyond with the speed and graceful precision born of a lifetime of avoiding whatever the world could throw at him. He hovered around the tent flaps, form barley visible, watching as the growing frost overtook and snuffed his campfire out. Suddenly he was lit up by a swarm of little glowing figures, tiny orange lights that began to fly rapidly in circles around the tent. A warm wind picked up, blowing the flaps wild as a sickly sweet smell began to fill the air as the localized windstorm spread out. It met the blizzard and halted the advance of the storm.

"Everyone in here!" He called frantically from the shelter. "Please! Don't breath that wind, it'll turn your heart to ice!"