A young, petite girl peeked in from the Entrance of the Cold Caves. It seemed like an empty cave with dips andraises of rock. A well worn path could be shown up through the the large cavern, the stone worn down by beings who'd previusly passed through. Cynthia felt the cold blast of air and she tugged at her skirt. Why'd she chosen to wear a skirt? It wasn't equipped for the cold. Because it's cute. Cynthia slowly creeped through the door, sliding up onto a lone rock and pulling out her steel dagger, sharpening it against the rock with bright sparks flying off of it and down to the ground. Just until she saw another being come into the cave and she flattened herself downm hoping she could dissappear like she used to be able to.
Angel walked into the cave, seeing a girl doing something she raised an eyebrow as she watched the girl try and make herself dissapere. Walking up to her Angel frowned as she started at her "What are you doing?" she asked curiosity showing in her voice.