Kora: Mata Nui
Chapter Four:
Ice Spirits
Silence...
Deafening, crushing, all consuming silence!
She struggled, trying to move and dig herself out of...out of her tomb it seemed. For that was she was in: a tomb of crushing snow and ice.
The numbing silence was filled with a memory of that roar from the avalanche, and that terrifying moment when she realized that she couldn't get away...Being beaten and spun around and around until finally blacking out. Now it was a fight for freedom.
A foot kicked out of the snow, and after much twisting, squirming and pretending to be a worm (it seemed to help her forget she had bones) before she was free.
Talra gave a rather un-lady-like grunt as she dropped, rolled a few feet and stopped thanks to something hard on the shoulder. "Ow." She said as she pulled off her helmet for the coolness of the snow on her pounding headache and the need for the feeling of a deep breath.
"Ow..." Talra said against a few minutes later for a lack of anything else to say or do.
When it didn't hurt as much to breath Talra slowly eased herself up right and then used a pile of snow to pull herself into something like a standing position. Blinked amber eyes the young woman took everything in, the textured landscape of the avalanche, her bruised maybe broken ribs that didn't let her take a deep breath, a shear lack of any other living person. No sounds of the such and rescue helicopter she knew the resort had and dispatched since she worked for the such and rescue team.
Talra, despite some things, was never one to swear. She agreed with her grandfathers in that if you constantly swear then those words loose their harshness and sharp edges. Then when you really need it, the words meant nothing.
So, after taking stock of everything about her situation, Talra said a very bad word, or two.
Bending over to pick up her helmet and checking her boots proved not to be the best idea. She still had the ridged boots, but not the snowboard that had been attached. It must have been ripped away somewhere in the wall of snow and ice. That was okay though, better the getting a limb taken off instead.
Best to look on the bright side of things! Though no to close, Talra put her helmet back on, "GAH!" she pulled it off again and shook out the snow that got inside before putting it back on again to cut down on the glare from the snow as much to keep her head warmer. She flipped the visor down and eyed the small compus. It was moving yes, but it wasn't moving right.
Talra reached up to tap the side of the helmet.
No change, the needle spun lazily around but that was it.
The young woman grumbled as she flipped the visor back up, turning around a few times to get her bearings. She didn't recognize anything, but that wasn't anything surprising since and avalanche happened and those tended to mix up the landscape something fierce.
Talra had clawed her way free form the snow in a dip of two large drifts. All she could see beyond the drifts was the mutation. That was as good of a reference point as any. Now considering where she had been before and were base camp was… It meant that lodge would be that way.
Talra turned to her left and started a limping, somewhat slow walk, trying not to breathe too deeply.
"Oh come on!" She wasn't afraid to whine (after everything that happened she did have the right to whine a little bit!) as she spotted a looming storm head in the sky. Every instinct screamed 'blizzard!!' and Talra was inclined to agree with those instincts. So she limped a little faster, keeping an eye out for some shelter. "Screw- oh-" what was said next was spoken in another language and would translate to something like: "By the spirits-no way!"
Talra just managed not to go over the edge of a rather sneaky cliff face. But it was the clear, beautiful landscape that had gotten the vocal reaction, not the cliff itself.
"Toto," She said slowly to the helmet she'd taken off for a better look. Talra really didn't have a god to announce this to so the helmet would have to do, "We ain't in Alaska no more."
After a few moments had past, or minutes it was hard to really because time decided to warp, slowing or speeding up...it was hard to tell. It was the snowflakes that snapped her out of the dazed. Talra quirked up an eyebrow as she shook out the flakes that got into her helmet and put it back on again, snugging it down.
No search and rescue helicopter. Talra grumbled again as she realized that she had just wasted time. She may have to dig into a drift if there were not other options.
Talra snapped out of another zoned out stare. She looked around at her unfamiliar, new surroundings before pulling the helmet back off again and dropped it. Carefully she felt around her head and in the short cropped hair without gloves, having stuffed them in pockets. Did she have a concussion? After what happened it was more then likely. Her head hurt one way or another.
"I donna feel good…" she said squinting. That when she saw it, almost missing the large structure that was haft buried in drifts of snow (what happened to the avalanche landscape?) that mostly hid the place. It seemed as good as any place to go.
Oh look, Talra though in a detached manor, I'm falling.
Fainting was more like it to tell the truth, but she didn't know that. Actually, to be honest Talra was out like a light before hitting the ground. Well, she would have hit the ground if a, very, large hand hadn't been put between her and gravity.
Kopaka wrapped in fingers around the smaller 'human,' lifting the discussed Kora up onto his arms. He tilted his head, shifting the focus of his optic for a better look. "So, the Kora of ice...last to arrive." He turned partly and looked down and to the east a bit at the small avalanche that had drawn him here to check the structural integrity of his Suva.
The Toa's attention shifted to the forming storm on the side of the mountain. Kopaka took a deep breath and let out a high, piercing whistle as he extended his free hand. The command was obeyed as the storm fizzled out and dispelled, thus making life easier to get back to the Koro.