I'd no such intention in escorting her to the southern portion of this land in the middle of a blizzard; certainly not with her fur (what little winter coat there was) obviously soaked to the core, slicked back and steaming with the amount of heat this fragile girl was losing to the environment. The wind was becoming a snarling howl, our last warning, before this trip became a death sentence.
Her frantic remark worries me, but it also lures a tender smile to my face, one of familiar compassion. It is the first to emerge for many eves, and it comes for her, "Aye, we travel North. To Hidden Falls." Why had she forsaken the sandy haven for these cruel wildlands? Yar, and where was Silk? This wasn't the place for pointless questions, so I quelled the urge and bent my crown forward to earth. Small locks of hair stuck to curves and began to freeze; ashy lips gave way to grasp at the saturated bag at my feet. Slowly I turned with the satchel hanging low, ebony ears swiveled expectantly to catch her footfalls and allow Africa to set our pace. Our slow march would be a frigid one, the dark overseer had burst open. His snow was no longer delicate flakes, but clumps as large as acorns.
Fina was scouting ahead for trouble, though more likely than not we are the only fools out here. The drifts were collecting fresh fluff at a rapid rate, I walked near my sister in the growing slush. Breaking the way just ahead to make her steps easier to manage. All the while keeping watch over that bony, dappled frame that so keenly reminded me of the malnourishment, and abuse Seele suffered before death. Africa's feathered appendage, or what used to be was tattered; tis hardly a wing anymore. Other than offering a supporting presence there was little else I could do to make our journey easier.
"Does.. thee have the energy to transform?" It was half mumbled through the cloth grasped between my teeth, but still immpressivly understandable. I remembered how she took the shape of a parrot on occasion, "If ye can. I will carry thee." My mind may be weak, but there was yet power in these muscles; power enough to lift a tiny bird, "it would aid us both if ye can." Neve stuck her feathered head from the bed of white she so easily blended into, steely eyes gazing with a child-like curiosity mixed with an almost mature knowing -- for she alongside Fina knew my thoughts and since the day of her hatching knew whom had been on my mind.
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