1/9/2025, 10:18 PM
Nothing could be recalled by the snow-white dame. Faeline's head throbbed, her body ached with a pressure that bore down on her frame. Body limp, she remained still. The strong grip of winter's cold fingers wrapping around her frame was familiar, to say the least—and she didn't want to get up. Hell, she wasn't sure if she could get up.
Was this a nightmare? The air was entirely stagnant—no sound, no smell, no wind nor the presence of anything (or anyone) nearby. Pale eyelids peeled open, only slightly—and all was white, like the newly polished surface of a porcelain doll. Dread flooded her mind and coaxed her eyes to shut once again.
Faeline's defeated anguish could last a mere few seconds. She was startled by commotion erupting at her flank, shoving into her side and thrusting her down against the snow. Her eyes snapped open, and her head rose from under the snow.
The dense accumulation of frost parted to reveal hiemal scenery, a conflicting mixture of unfamiliar and deeply nostalgic. Faeline was almost positive that she'd never been here before. The jagged peaks of mountains in the distance weren't the same as those she grew up at the base of. These woodlands were far denser, stronger, bustling with more life than her younger self could ever imagine. A modicum of rancor welled up in her chest. How could this place be such a euphoria while she had to live with pestilence and perpetual starvation?
She shook off the thought immediately. Now that Rhydian had dug out an exit, Faeline could slide out from beneath the snow with a short stride, battering her torso and limbs to shed off clumps of ice that were ensnared by her dense coat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth for a few short seconds before she clamped her jaws shut and turned on her heel, facing Rhydian with a pair of furrowed brows.
Was this a nightmare? The air was entirely stagnant—no sound, no smell, no wind nor the presence of anything (or anyone) nearby. Pale eyelids peeled open, only slightly—and all was white, like the newly polished surface of a porcelain doll. Dread flooded her mind and coaxed her eyes to shut once again.
Faeline's defeated anguish could last a mere few seconds. She was startled by commotion erupting at her flank, shoving into her side and thrusting her down against the snow. Her eyes snapped open, and her head rose from under the snow.
The dense accumulation of frost parted to reveal hiemal scenery, a conflicting mixture of unfamiliar and deeply nostalgic. Faeline was almost positive that she'd never been here before. The jagged peaks of mountains in the distance weren't the same as those she grew up at the base of. These woodlands were far denser, stronger, bustling with more life than her younger self could ever imagine. A modicum of rancor welled up in her chest. How could this place be such a euphoria while she had to live with pestilence and perpetual starvation?
She shook off the thought immediately. Now that Rhydian had dug out an exit, Faeline could slide out from beneath the snow with a short stride, battering her torso and limbs to shed off clumps of ice that were ensnared by her dense coat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth for a few short seconds before she clamped her jaws shut and turned on her heel, facing Rhydian with a pair of furrowed brows.
Rhydian,she huffed softly,
what... the hell happened? I can't remember anything...Silver eyes scanned over the wan vista, taking note of every scrawny tree, each boulder that jutted from the ground. It wasn't as though she needed any further confirmation—but now, she was even more positive that she'd never stumbled upon this place in her past, despite the grueling hours spent trekking over what felt like the entire circumference of the Earth.