4/7/2025, 7:58 PM
Solulfur opened her eyes to two new companions. By her side was a small woman, looking as though she might be swept away on the gales of forceful, snow-laden wind that coiled around the Summit. The woman wasn't familiar, but she greeted Solulfur with a rasping voice and sour expression. Solulfur could only offer the same expression in return, her breathing rasping through her lungs unpleasantly. On her other side stood a familiar face and pelt, and Solulfur's pounding heart skipped a much-needed beat at the sight of silver and charcoal shades of fur. She opened her maw, a desperate plea on her tongue, before Solulfur's gaze drifted up and realized it wasn't spring's sharp greenery that peered out from the face of the Shakti-Vaes, but a clever autumnal amber. Euphemia, then, not Aurelia.
A lavender snowflake landed on Solulfur's tongue, and she wrinkled her nose at the foul taste before coughing again. She glanced inside the crevice, finding little to see, before peering back outside the gap in the stone. The snow and wind had only slightly eased inside the dim alcove, but Solulfur would take what she could get.
She wanted to go home, but her paws burned with the urge to stay and follow her instinct to investigate, and she knew it was no longer a natural motivation coming from within her. She poked her head outside, to glimpse who else had fallen victim to the strange snow's effects. She could hear their pawsteps crunching in the snow, quiet beneath the moan of the wind.
A dark, tall woman with tan undersides - she reminded Sol of Tiberii in her confident warrior's bearing, but not quite so overconfident in the lift of her chin. And a handsome man, clad in such similar silver to Solulfur she nearly assumed him to be of her bloodline.
She blinked at them dumbly, fighting tooth and nail for a slow inhale that did nothing to abate the sensation of slowly suffocating.
Inside. With haste.Perhaps more bodies in the small space would help ease the effects, or maybe one of them was a healer.
