Winter tilted her head at Lucatiel, her dragonlike slitted eyes showing the internal struggle that was going on in her mind. "I'm Winterink. I remember you from somewhere. But I lost most of my memories somehow, years ago." She frowned and stood up from where she had swept up the shattered Everice figure Winter then remembered the figurines in her hand and gently held them out to Lucatiel gently, the light bouncing off the whitish clear ice that encased them, holding thier shape and defining every tiny detail.
"I was wondering if you would like these. I find myself creating hundreds of them, almost obsessively, and have nothing to do with them. The ice surrounding the snow figure is usually very strong, but if they are dropped they shatter like thin ice." She told her, her icy blue eyes lighting up as she spoke of her figurines. "I'm working on making the Everice stronger and the limbs movable so children can play with them like dolls." She looked at Lucatiel hopefully.