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The vision had been clear. It was clearer than any other hed received in his brief but eventful time here on this strange and bleak continent. Perhaps the solace and solitude he thought he would find in the quiet snow of the arctic north were what drove him to linger in this unbearable place longer than he thought. He stopped counting the days, though he felt them pass by into weeks and, he supposed now, into months.
He thought with so few travelers coming this way, his visions would finally find some semblance of peace. It was true, in a small fashion. But they did not cease altogether.
Now Theon was driven, trudging through thickened snow, to reach the next village over. Unlike most of his visions, ones that often plagued his sleep and left him restless, the one he followed now showed him flashes of a girl, a child filled with illness, taken to bed in a feverish state. She was surrounded by her family, her mother and siblings with little hope for recovery. He still did not understand, however, the significance of such a vision. But something told him to make haste, make haste lest she suffer a horrible death.
Theon knew little of the ways of a healer. This cold land was strange in its customs, experience gained from the few natives hed come across. He was no shaman or wise woman, nor did he possess herbs to combine into a healing poultice. But all he knew was that he could help the small girl, in some way at least, by the healing power of the sword at his hip, Lohengrin.
Above him flew the just within silhouettes view the hooded crow, his companion Jouzan. The bird flew on with a better view from above, even as Theon trudged on below, pulling the sled filled with supplies for his journey. Theon was wrapped in furs as a cool wind flew against his cloak and hood. He did not have the cover of a beard to warm his face, and thusly wrapped a segment of fur over his nose and mouth.
A stranger ahead, Jouzan cawed aloud and Theon immediately paused.
He looked up and Jouzan circled overhead, but did not say who or what the stranger was. Jouzan came down to his shoulder and soon Theon too could see a shape fastly approaching his direction. Theon knelt low in the snow, just beside the sled, one gloved hand on the blade at his hip and his eyes looking out the shape ahead.