[She left the ship because she could. It was amazing. She'd lived in a prison for so long, both while alive and dead, she had forgotten what it was like to see grass, trees. She didn't care that it wasn't Earth. It wasn't any place with walls either.
She reaches out and touches the bark of a tree. Her gloves cover everything except the palm of her hands, and she doesn't take them off. It's just how she experiences the world, through a thin veil of cloth.
And then suddenly the tree starts to gather frost on it's bark, and the air grows chilly. She's confused for a moment, and watches as ice starts to rapidly swallow up the tree at it's roots. She only just manages to put the pieces together in time to throw herself away from the tree before the ice freezes her to it. She staggers and falls to the ground with her own rushed momentum, right in the runner's path.]
[Spam]
She reaches out and touches the bark of a tree. Her gloves cover everything except the palm of her hands, and she doesn't take them off. It's just how she experiences the world, through a thin veil of cloth.
And then suddenly the tree starts to gather frost on it's bark, and the air grows chilly. She's confused for a moment, and watches as ice starts to rapidly swallow up the tree at it's roots. She only just manages to put the pieces together in time to throw herself away from the tree before the ice freezes her to it. She staggers and falls to the ground with her own rushed momentum, right in the runner's path.]