NationStates Jolt Archive

A girl who appeared to be in her early teens trudged through the snow outside of town just after dusk. Her breath billowed out in front of her in a white cloud and she shivered as she hugged her old cloak to her for warmth. Just a bit further, she told herself, trying to keep moving through the paralizing cold. Snow had filtered into her moccasin style boots and made her toes numb. She desperately needed a bowl of stew, a mug of hot ginger tea and a fireplace, not nessicarily in that order. She shivered uncontrolably, as her cloak was much too thin to keep her warm in this weather. Almost there... she urged herself. She was just a few steps away from entering the city gate. Just a bit... just.. a... Her head swam and she felt her eyelids become heavy. No.. almost... there... stay awake... She collapsed into the snow face first, her blond locks spilling out across the frozen ground. She faded into darkness, her last thoughts before unconciousness being, I.. almost made it...

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A traveller was passing close to where the girl had fallen. Through the blizzard, he saw her fall into the snow. He moved as quickly as he could to her side, kneeling beside her, checking her pulse.

The man was cloaked in a cloak of dark green material that flowed around him like water. It looked thin, but warm as well. The hood was lined with wolverine fur, and was also dark green in colour. His boots were leather, strong and firm. His trousers were loose fitting, but looked worn, as if he had worn them for many days. His top half was covered in shirt, black in colour, of exquisite design. His hands were contained within black leather gloves, lined with fur also. Protruding just slightly from the hood of his cloak was a lock of blond hair. He brushed it aside, and picked the girl up, hammering on the gates of the city,"Open Up!"