Treyah wasn't sure why she expected things would feel different after her interlude with Draven. These things took time, of course, it was silly for her to expect to feel miraculously better. She'd watched the other women slowly go crazy as the weather grew warmer and had hoped she might escape it herself by dealing with it swiftly, but it would seem that nature had other plans for the young Tainn. She all but stomped beyond the borders and to the down, receiving what little relief that could be offered from dragging her flank along the trees she passed.
Away from his company, the storm clouds started to gather over her head again, figuratively and literally. She looked up between the charred trunks towards the sky, hoping that they might finally be bringing rain instead of more snow. She wasn't sure how much longer winter could cling to the land before they'd all have to start considering a migration south.
A huff left her chest with a sigh as she threw herself into the nearest snowbank. At least the clinging winter was good for something.