Lucia watched from further back, peering around a snow mound as the white haired boy stepped out onto the lake. What in the world was he up to? Wendy was a strange one in the way that she was a strange one. Misunderstood. Frustrated by not being understood. Coping in another way.
How did a Wendigo cope?
When Wendy went further out onto the frozen lake, Lucia slipped out of her hiding place and trailed along. She was an insect-sized speck of light flitting across the cold surface. Where she went, the ice was strengthened, and in her wake was the glittery trail of fairy dust. The sound of her bells couldn't be helped. Since he would hear her approach, anyway, she decided to make first contact.
"Hello there!" She called up to Wendy, rising off the frozen surface to come eye level with him. Her voice was as tiny as she was. "Hello. What are you doing?"