I just got back from snowball hopping. It was exhilerating. Opal, my tiny ice dragon, is asleep by the fire in my clan's snowbank. Mother, who is the clanwoman, is busy making snow-cream for tonight's blizzard feast. She mixes snow and cream together and adds ice vine. She whips it up and for the fairys under 1000 years she adds chocolate. Chocolate is hard to come by, we have to enter a store which is much to warm and take some. It's very heavy - it takes ten full grown fairys to lift it. Auntie once told me a frightening story: There were ten frost fairys getting food for their clan (not my clan, but a closley related one.). They entered the freezer which is nice and cold and took a bar of chocolate. Then the unimaginable happened: as they were preparing to exit the freezer a human took the bar with them attatched and put them in a pie. It was delectable, and they were pleased, but then they were put in a piping hot oven and were roasted. I never want to be a journyfairy.
           *frostie*