Frozen's masque faded from him, leaving a windigo of the same height and shape. His features were basically the same, though his mane idly blew in a wind that wasn't present.
Rosy peered at him, her head cocked. She stepped closer almost hesitantly, and inspected his windigo form carefully. "It's interesting," she said, pondering. "I heard from the stories that windigoes were much larger."
"It depends upon the windigo's age and power," he said, "I have always been sparing in feeding upon disharmony; those who relish in it become big."
"I see." she said. Her eyes were piercing, and she watched Frozen carefully. Not wearily or fearfully, but perhaps more intrigued. She sat on her bed, and rested her head on her hooves. "Do you ever wish that you could feed upon disharmony without guilt? I mean, it would be an easier life, yes?"
Rosy placed a hoof tentatively on Frozen's shoulder. "You are a much better person because of it." she said, gently. "It takes a lot of integrity to be as brave as you have been."
He blushed a deeper shade of blue, lightly withdrawing his hoof as well, "I can see why they call you Rosy!"
Rosy slept as well, but it was restless. She woke in the middle of the night, her body paralyzed in fear. When she realized that it was simply a dream, she placed her hooves to her face.
Rosy removed her hooves from her face. It was pale, and her freckles seemed more distinct because of it. "Yeah, sorry," she said. "Just a bad dream."
