Re: Through Whitecap Pass
Niffa chirped noisily as she climbed up the front of Lyria's dress, her white, furry head peeking out from the neckline.
"I know, I know," Lyria cooed softly while she squinted through the snow that clung to her eyelashes. They had been out longer than usual and the weasel was bound to be bored by now, if not hungry.
While warmth was not a problem, thanks to her companion, food was another matter altogether. For three days now they have been stranded, trapped by the relentless whirlwind of snow, and the bush of berries they found days ago have been completely depleted. So, today, Lyria had to go further to find other sustenance.
Not wanting to resort to the rations she had brought from Theranin until the situation dictated otherwise, she had been relentless in her search and went further than what was agreed. It seemed that luck was not by her side that day and she decided to return before her tracks are completely covered by the falling snow.
However, just as she was about to turn back to their shelter, Lyria fancied that she saw a shadow in the not-too-far distance, moving closer towards her, just as a lock of hair whipped, painfully, across her eyes. Tucking the loose strand behind her ears, she realised that she could no longer see the shadow. Worried that there might be another, lost in the midst of this snowbound field, she ignored the low gurgling sound Niffa made and trudged her way carefully onwards.
Unfortunately, her vision, or sense of direction, must have failed her, for as she approached the spot where she thought she had seen the figure, she found naught but, literally, thin air. "Hrmph."
She scratched her head for a moment, staring at the smooth ground until a nip on her chest reminded her there were more pressing matter at hand, such as the fact that a certain critter is now extremely hungry. "Okay, little one," Lyria whispered as she looked down into a pair of beady eyes, glowing in annoyance, "We're going back now."
Disappointed at how the day turned out, Lyria sighed in resignation only to look up and see even more shadows. She blinked and rubbed her eyes a few times to make sure that she was not hallucinating but this time the shadows remained.
Perhaps she misjudged the distance, Lyria mused as she continued on. The shadows grew as she went closer and, eventually, she could make out four distinct figures. Closer inspection showed three humanoid - one gargantuan and easily towered over the group, two around her size - and one strange creature with wings. Unnerved by their seemingly lack of movement, Lyria waved as she continued to walk closer.
"Hey," she called out, as loudly as her dry throat let her. "Are you guys alright?"
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