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@Hungry Hippo !
Knowing it was foolish, its why she chose that route, and suffered nearly a month living inside a crate with barely a thing to eat or drink. The man she had paid to get her out of Connlaoth wasn't eager to oblige until she gave him a bag full of gold, which had been the most money he had seen his entire life. The same could go for her. But it wasn't
her money, and it was the first time she had ever stolen anything. But it had come from her fiance's pocket, more or less, and that alone kept her mind clear of any guilt.
And he was a greedy old thing, the cart driver, obviously having grown up on the wrong side of town, and because of the way she looked, she could only deduce why he hadn't a wife. It also was the reason,s he presumed, he kept looking at her with a hunger to his eyes, which was almost as unsettling as the look her fiance tended to give her when he'd push his limits before they were officially wed.
Perhaps in all men, she suspected, there was an ounce of animal, for the moment they were in another country, Winifred awoke with the man watching her- and the rest of what occurred she'd rather forget. She had to hurry now, to move in whatever direction she could to get away from the trail she had been taking. She didn't trust the man wouldn't go back to inform her fiance just where she was running to. After all, he had figured out it was her fiance she had gotten the money from, and her fiance from who she was trying to leave. And despite hoping she'd be heading another direction, when she finally saw a town in view, her heart sank- for despite her attempts, she still arrived in Hyoite.
Tired and hungry, the woman stumbled into the city. And she wished she had dressed more appropriately, for she could no longer feel her fingers, or her toes, and feared she could have lost them to the cold. But sensations were heightened in her desperate state, and she needed water, needed rest... food....
Perhaps it was foolish of her to travel in this unforgiving wilderness alone, but little did she realize how lucky she was to even survive. But even that was debatable, for as she pushed her tired body into the town, she began to feel the weight of her journey upon her before she collapsed.
And to think, she had been so close to her destination it was cruel. But it seemed fate liked to play with her, to torture her for 'being a mage'- or so it was drilled into her mind from the church. Magic, to them, was wicked. And as she moved a hand to clutch onto the enchanted necklace that held captive her 'tainted' voice, she realized it was gone. And despite the growing heat of her body, and fever that consumed her strength, she felt a chill run through her blood before the world whirled around her and she passed out.
And the dreams she had were unsettling as she lay there in the dark, her fallen form collecting snow as it began to fall, and quickly as a snow storm rolled in.