Rosethorn lay face-down in the winter's garden of Discipline. It was snowing, and she had foolishly walked outside without telling anybody.
It was freezing, and Rosethorn lay still, unable to move, in two feet of snow, unable to call for help.
Always the 'rebel' Rosethorn had ignored the healers who had told her to abstain from using magic for a while, and had been caring for her cold, withered plants.
As a result her magic was seriously depleted, and her plants no longer recognised her as the echo of the woman she once was.
Weakly, Rosethorn attempted to reach a strand, just a slither of magic out to Briar's Shakken, yet she could not even summon that strength.
Cold seeped into her bones, and the wet snow didn't melt as it landed on her colder skin.
This wasn't the kind fluffy snow, this was the thick, heavy stuff that lead ships to believe snow on ice were islands. To believe they were safe when infact they were stranded.
This was the kind of snow that could kill Rosethorn if she couldn't call for help.
She had almost died once from pneumonia; but then Briar had been there to save her.
He was inside; as were the other three and Lark.
Snow and ice frosted the windows, rendering them useless.
It was freezing, and Rosethorn lay still, unable to move, in two feet of snow, unable to call for help.
Always the 'rebel' Rosethorn had ignored the healers who had told her to abstain from using magic for a while, and had been caring for her cold, withered plants.
As a result her magic was seriously depleted, and her plants no longer recognised her as the echo of the woman she once was.
Weakly, Rosethorn attempted to reach a strand, just a slither of magic out to Briar's Shakken, yet she could not even summon that strength.
Cold seeped into her bones, and the wet snow didn't melt as it landed on her colder skin.
This wasn't the kind fluffy snow, this was the thick, heavy stuff that lead ships to believe snow on ice were islands. To believe they were safe when infact they were stranded.
This was the kind of snow that could kill Rosethorn if she couldn't call for help.
She had almost died once from pneumonia; but then Briar had been there to save her.
He was inside; as were the other three and Lark.
Snow and ice frosted the windows, rendering them useless.
Rosethorn still couldn't speak...