Here we go.

Its morning in Mythica, everything shining under the fresh morning dew. A few forest animals woke and were on the move for food. But something strange was walking in the forests, a human. Three it seems.

Much to Dream-walker's disdain, she had to wake up from her dream and remember to mark her territory today.
So she concealed herself in her mountain's scenery and started to breathe small flames of FrostFire on the trees and bodies of water, causing unnatural formations of ice during the summer. The ice would last for half a day as the flames were keeping the ice cold and wouldn't run out of energy anytime soon.

By the time that she was finished, it was breakfast time. Dream-walker headed to a lake on her mountain and had some trout. The fish should stave off her hunger for about a quarter of the day...

Attalia whooped and flipped out of the ocean. Diving back in, she slalomed through some of the rocky pillars before leaping back out. I don't understand why they hate above-water so much, she thought to herself. Well, more for me. She shot toward the edge of the mainland, coasting just above the trees. Between the leaves of the canopy, she noticed something moving, and she flared her wings up to stop her flight. "What?" she whispered, following the strange creatures with her gaze.