Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-5543592-20191215164326

Nyasia wrapped her arms around herself, hunched forwards against the wind. Her cloak was thoroughly soaked through with mud, and was more added weight than protection now.

Helian couldn't have gone over the side, could he? Because then Abaresk would be at the bluff's bottom too.

It wasn't worth debating. Moving forwards was the only option, but she was quickly chilled to the bone. Where were Scaldor and Baldr? Shouldn't they have followed her? Bodyguards always had a way of not being around when you needed them.

And then there was poor Sterling. She'd have to find another horse now, she supposed, but it was not like any would compare to him. She'd trained him herself, invested so much time and life into him that he had been almost an extension of what she was. Now that part was missing and she would need to go on without it. She felt that same emptiness she'd felt at the battlefield. That piercing loneliness--the feeling was made manifest by this forest. Cold, dark, empty, silent. Nothing but windswept landscape and looming certainty of death.

The wind swept over her and she shivered, clutching her sleeves in fists in effort to hold herself tighter. Ruptga, it was cold.