A late season snow storm takes Relic Lore by surprise, take cover!
Although she had rolled in like a hot breeze, this land still remained frozen. They still snowed.
She had not expected to be caught in a sudden storm of it, though. In a moment's notice it was like she had lost sight entirely. The world had become whipping winds in a white out. It had become worse here, on the fringe of the willows, where the trees could not shelter her.
She had been warned of these storms when she had left the south for the north. Older traders had told her all the warnings. Niamh would not feel fear, but she was smacked with a reality. That if the snow buried her, she very well may not be found until the thaw. Just like the mule deer she had found barely peaking out of the snow.
She refused to become like the deer.
She had the debt of @Hagar to both keep and pay. She had the Ridge to be a number for. She had too much left to do for a snowstorm to be the end.
Angrily she forged onward, blind and cold.