She walked over to the rail and stared off at the ice field.
Plant, already deep in the ice field, headed north into the eye of the storm as it started to build.
Until suddenly there was a boulder in the middle of the ice field.
Many local farmers worked the ice fields in the winter.
The ice field sped by just a few yards below.
Just a few kilometers to the south of us, the ice fields.
There was no sight line to the ice fields below.
Movement drew his eye out to the open ice fields.
Should we go up north where the terrible ice fields are, then?
Beyond the meadows are ice fields where summer never comes.
