She laughed again, this time nearly falling out of her chair because of it. She righted herself and flipped her hair back behind her shoulders before settling back against the chaise.
"I wouldn't have stabbed you with an icicle." Vedette didn't say a word, nor did she do much more than open her hand. In the palm of her hand a small snowball formed, slowly it grew from the size of a pebble to fill her entire hand. It folded in on itself and twisted into a perfect ball of of ice. Almost as clear as crystal.
"My father taught me, and my mother. But I stopped studying after they.." She averted her eyes to look at the ball of ice.