#SPRING THAW

[briargeese]

Melting ice and snow meet open water and sand at Lake Michigan.

[queerdreamlandrebel]

Flowing river in early spring carries along the scent of the cedars, ice, and a breath of fresh air. The river begins to thaw as does my heart, both have been caught by a warm presence. The first in the form of the elements, the second in the form of a kind soul.

[happymotorhead]

♦️🔸️💎🔸️♦️🔹️💎🔹️♦️🔸️💎🔸️♦️

Enjoying the spring thaw ❓️

Motorhead 😁 humor 🤣

[ambermaitrejean]

Spring thaw in the Rockies. Summit County, Colorado. Photo by Amber Maitrejean

[gennsoup]

Smells unleashed from the spring thaw lift us into a frenzied desperation for movement. The air so clean you can smell the difference between smooth rock and jagged. You can smell water running over shale.

Tanya Tagaq, Split Tooth

[somewhat-burlesque]

march spring

[dbaydenny]

The bright shining snow

slips away from roofs, shrinking

by degrees, droplets

forming puddles, little streams

giving away to lawns, spring.

.

D W Eldred

[briargeese]

Lake Michigan snow hills with sand showing through and some of it begins melting.

[oldshowbiz]

Spring Thaw '70, a Canadian stage revue, promised the biggest names in Canadian showbiz - but didn't deliver them.

[gallopinggallifreyans]

man. the untapped potential of winter/clover. spring thaw baby I’m calling it that

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Name: Ivy Species: Nymph (Khione) Occupation: Unemployed Age: 29 Years Old Played By: Ci Face Claim: Kristine Froseth

“Hey, don't ice me out! That's supposed to be my job!”

For a nymph, life is supposed to be simple. The element at which one serves is that of their entire existence. For Ivy, things looked a little differently. Ivy wasn’t Ivy until she tore away from home in an attempt to find those who might better understand her. In her aos sí, deep in the rocky mountains, she was known as Astrid. Astrid had come from a long line of khione, most of her family moving from Norway into the United States in the more recent years due to the fast growing number of wardens splintering across the country. It was something she often threw back in their face as the arguments ensued– that if they could hope for a better life for themselves, then why couldn’t she? 

But the problem was, the life she envisioned was cut away from the essence of her being. Where those like her found solace in the depths of winter, Ivy couldn’t wait to escape it. The problem was, everything outside of her home wanted to escape her. Life practically recoiled from her fingertips, no matter how far they were extended. Naivety would only lead her so far, and though she longed for something past the blinding white and rock faces, she’d been told repeatedly that there was nothing for her outside of their home. To leave would be a death sentence, as with the warming of the earth, it only meant there were fewer places for her to find safety in. 

But it didn’t stop her. She tried, and she tried– following the dreams that shed their weight, leading the way into a reality she so often wanted to ignore. It was a mutual disdain, and it grew over the years. No longer a child, her parents often argued that she should get out of her head, that a khione would understand their purpose, and that was with the ice and snow. But that was a lonely life to live, wasn’t it? To exist in perpetual frigidness, meanwhile melissae, leshy and anthousai were able to walk amongst the literal embodiment of what it meant to be alive? It wasn’t fair, and so Ivy rebelled. 

While she wasn’t much of a danger to the actual aos sí, she was a danger to herself, as well as to her parents’ reputation. Putting an end to her wonderment over something she’d never be aligned with was easier said than done, and so she was given an ultimatum. It was one she didn’t take, because she left without so much as a look back. She would find the sun in a way that would not destroy her, and find it in herself to cup as many flowers to her lips as she pleased. Nobody could take that from her, as in her eyes, it was her purpose. 

Only, purpose didn’t work like that. Everywhere she went, death followed. In plant life, even a helping hand could be considered dangerous. The element understood her in a way she had never understood it. While she had looked at it with unimportance, it had been harboring something, peeling back, making her weaker and weaker. Her attempts at finding a new life within her old one were for naught, as fatigue started to set in, and the element no longer listened to her when she most needed it to. 

It wasn’t without some research that she found somewhere she could go, and it was as far as she could get from her aos sí without actually leaving the country. Wicked’s Rest held a reputation, and while Ivy hadn’t ever cared to find warnings in the things around her before, even upon entering the town she found it to be strangely unsettling. While she knew the snow and ice wanted little to do with her due to her own unmanaged disdain, it was clear that there was something greater going on in the town, and who better to figure it out than a reconnecting nymph? 

Character Facts:

Personality: Adventurous, energetic, sentimental, sympathetic, gentle, extreme, gullible, opportunistic, overimaginative, indecisive 

Ivy chose her name after leaving her aos sí. She doesn’t respond to anything else, and her previous name sort of haunts her considering she left those who gave it to her. 

She often wears gloves, as the ice/snow is unruly in Wicked’s Rest, and because she’s a bit disconnected from it, sometimes she accidentally freezes people to death. Other times, she’s powerless and often grows faint when exerting any amount of energy. 

Has promise bound multiple owners of different grocers, bars, and restaurants in town to let her use their freezers whenever she needs in case she’s feeling fatigued from the weather. 

In the cottage she resides in on Graupel Hill, there are a few permanent residents that reside with her, and they are as follows: Penny, a fenodyree, Artie, a pandafeche who oftentimes visits others, but always finds its way home, and lastly, a badalisc who named itself Papa. 

[booksmoviesanimalss]

[alteredstatesstuff]

snow and flowers spring thaw

[steamdrive]

[somewhat-burlesque]

february thaw

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"MILD WEATHER BRINGS ICE JAMS AND FLOODS," Toronto Star. March 5, 1934. Page 27. --- Ice is piled high between the shores of ever-rising rivers as the mercury soars above the freezing point. (1) Scene in the Niagara river, near Queenston, showing pile ice jammed between the banks. This condition is reported to exist from Queenston to Niagara-on-the-Lake. (2) Ice gradually crushing the Canada Steamship Line dock at Queenston. (3) Ice jam at Thorpe St. bridge, Dundas, where the rising waters of Dundas creek have cut off residents from the town and threatened to break the