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A muted sensation tickled at the back of Tara's mind.
The warrior's body was numb with cold and heavy, yet something pulled her from beneath a pile of snow by her collar. Her eyes cast upward, glancing among the mountains and winter sky before trailing further to discern who dragged her along. She thought she saw a tuft of blonde hair.
Before the skirmisher could find out her form hit an object beneath the snow, rapidly returning her to sleep.
"...I can't do that, unless you have some other plan."
"No, I was just thinking--"
"Of course you were. That's why we're still here and not past the dredge. If you're going to suggest something, next time make sure you get past common sense. I swear, its a miracle you're even working here..."
"...Yep. Well, nevermind then. I'll just get back to... poking the fire."
Kyveli watched her assistant return to the campfire, scowling before looking back down at the map. Returning to the Priory seemed a much simpler task to her before they reached the snowy regions. In hindsight it seemed odd, considering the pirates residing further south usually posed more of a threat than the dredge still poking around nearer to their destination.
Without an escort besides her unruly 'helper' and the unconscious warrior they found while avoiding the rats, the charr strained for an idea to reach the base without conflict. An alternate route was available but it passed through a valley crawling with ice wurms and who knows what else. Well, perhaps it was only the wurms down there, really. She hated those.
The most frustrating part of this was that the base was within sight. Less than a day's ride from where they settled, it would have been a breeze compared to the rest of the way they traveled. Kyveli gritted her teeth and rolled up the map, tucking it to her chest and sitting down with a huff. Frustration interrupted her thoughts so she resigned herself to glowering at the assistant's back.
If I can't get these things back in time, I'm blaming him. Stupid human.