« Icy De'Nala ¬
I looked over at the people on the patio. "Err, hi . . . I'm Icy," I said softly. Feeling awkward, I tucked my dagger behind my ear, but kept a hand on the hilt, my neon green eyes studying everyone with my usual sad expression. My face was cold and expressionless, but my body was in a tense position; I was ready to run at full speed or fight if I had to.
{ Gah, Writer's Block . . . }