“Interesting… current temperature is at 9 degrees, with windchill of -3 - definitely not as cold as it usually gets, and yet the ice is still extremely dense…” Cera sighed as she looked over at Amanda, who was standing outside the tent with a handheld monitor. She didn’t understand why Amanda had to log and keep track of eve...

Cera furrowed her brows as she turned the chunk of ice over in her hands. Amanda had insisted that she needed to take a break after she sprained her hoof trying to see if she’d be able to break the ice with that alone. She was pretty sure that she’d be just fine even if she kept at it, but bickering would get them nowhere… so now, she was resigned to a “physical and mental health break” by making ice sculptu...

Cera frowned as she looked over the small pool. This body of water was nearby the lake that she and Amanda had been studying, but this one had far thinner ice - meaning that the Nimare found it particularly useful for their traditional ice baths, once they were freed from beneath the lake. Nimare were probably accustomed to chilly waters, she figured - if they were to survive comfortably beneath the lake in the winter...