[Frozen Angel]

Ilpholin isn't one to enjoy the solitude, nor the quiet. It makes her uneasy. She likes noise, company, body heat. She couldn't even compare it to the Underdark, a lack of proper dampness in the air to remind her of home. She could say truly she did not like this place one bit.

The nymph spots something scurrying about and ducks behind a tree, peering out from one side and switching to thermal for a moment to see if that would give her a better visual on the thing. Or at least make it easier to track. She'd rather not get in its way. It's unlikely to be the three blind frost seers, or even one of them. But she can't be certain of anything at this point.