[ Amara the Amaura looks over, twitching her frill in confusion; various colors dance across it as she thinks. A log instead of ice? A log is not cold.
Would it be a cold log? ] Amaura. Maa!
[ She jumps up and down in the water to prove her point. It freezes into little ice crystals around her feet. ]
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[ Amara the Amaura looks over, twitching her frill in confusion; various colors dance across it as she thinks. A log instead of ice? A log is not cold.
Would it be a cold log? ] Amaura. Maa!
[ She jumps up and down in the water to prove her point. It freezes into little ice crystals around her feet. ]