Her eyelashes were heavy with ice, she'd gone outside and gotten turned around despite growing up and spending her entire life in the Rise. But the Rise had never been overtaken by ice and snow like this. The world felt dark and dim, heavy and vicious in a way that she had never known the world to be.
Oh no!The young girl yelped as she felt a sharp pain run up her leg. She did not know what it was, if it had just been ice itself or if she'd stepped on a sharp rock and cut herself, she couldn't even see!
She tried to keep her wits about her, even though she had tried to just reinforce even some of their wards. It had been foolish to step outside of the den alone, and now she was certainly paying for it, wasn't she? She gripped a piece of fur tighter around her, the frayed ends held tight in her jaws. She'd had another dream, another whisper of another life, another world. Furthermore, she kept hearing the names Julien and Cortland, and she did not know why. He had a funny accent - a different dialect entirely, too. It was no longer just occasional little thoughts or visions from the zips.
She was unsure if this would be enough, and she would be okay - it was a great risk, and Saorlaith let out a desperate yelp when a strong gust of wind caught her off guard, sweeping the fur from her jaws leaving her even more exposed.



