movin' on
What a fucking week. Trolls everywhere seemed to know her, and the one human she had run into was a stranger. The promise of Dirk and Jane still hung in front of her like a carrot on a stick, but even that was getting dim. She hadn't had the chance to talk to either of them yet, and she wondered if she ever would. Now was as good a time as any, she figured, but first she had to find a safe space out of the open. Maybe even somewhere warm. Wanderlust had long since worn off and lately, walking was more of a chore than an adventure. Especially with snow painting the entire landscape all the same. A deep breath escaped her, visible in the chill of the air around her, and she started heading in the direction she thought was the forest she'd been in not that long ago. By the time it had been five minutes, blotchy red colored her nose and cheeks, a testament to the frigidity of the air and her recent lack of shelter. Her breath was coming shallowly, but still she pressed on, squinting into the horizon in the hopes of a treeline appearing over the edge sometime in the near future. "Fuckin' cold..." she murmured, a harsh shiver overtaking her.