With such a hectic life, being thrown around unfamiliar worlds without any warning, Kits had to take fun where she could get it. The dragonflies hadn’t ever put her somewhere she couldn’t breathe, which meant there was usually some moisture in the atmosphere, or the components to create it. When it was humid enough, she froze the air’s moisture, molding it into ice sculptures of people she’d met in her travels. And sometimes, through no fault of her own, she left the fruit of her labors behind. See aforementioned dragonfly problem.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    The sculptures melt, but are beautiful and accurate depictions.