The pain was unimaginable, but it was not that which hit her first. For despite the pain of the fall, the ache of the winter had captured her and she felt frozen. Blood had stained her, frozen into place, and it took just about every ounce of her energy to push herself to her knees.
By then, she was shaking, her entire form trembling from the exertion. Fear, pain, the cold....
For a moment, she felt lost... alone, and tried to piece together what had happened. And when she recalled it, she released a soft gasp and began to look around. Pain aside, she had to find Aryn. And quickly, her blue eyes searched for him.