--- Crocus ---
Crocus was still looking for her sister… and the chances that Pansy was doing the same was quite high. At least, Crocus liked to think so. The problem, was that her plan to move 'faster' through the Winter zone seemed to have been misinterpreted at some point. She'd managed to find a group of people out in the winter cold, with the collective IQ of a bundle of grapes. Higher then you'd think, but still quite low when spread out amongst a group. There was six of them at the moment, but that number didn't remain constant.
They were dressed in winter gear with giant backpacks on their backs and skis on their feet. When she'd approached them, curious if the skis were useful, and if they allowed them to cover the snowy mountains more easily, she wasn't surprised when they said yes in response. What she was surprised by, was the 'how' of it.
