Freezing. Alone. Owl had finally found himself in an irreversible situation that could possibly end in his demise. The forest, ‘Frost’, was unforgiving in the winter, but it was always winter on the mountains to the west. He’d gone up in search of an object that glinted in the sunlight from so far away. Little did he know, the shimmer was merely a trick of the eye.
In snow up to his knees, his frosted pink hands clutch the sides of his arms as he moves down the mountain as fast as he can, but there’s no stopping nature in her swift course of life and death. He can feel the tips of his fingers beginning to become grey and sting as the cold begins claiming his exposed skin.
"End it quick if this is how it must end.. Master." He shudders aloud into the rocky void around him, but the only answer he receives, is the howl of the wind. Perhaps it was better that it end this way, instead of another. Gryn would surely not save him, he was heartless in comparison to Owl.
What could be done? Nothing, as far as Owl knew..
Sipping wine quietly, a former proxy had her ear pressed to the window, listening to the snow fall. A calming time for her, as she related snow with the best times of her long life.
Listening so intently, she could suddenly hear the begging of a man on his deathbed.
But this wasn’t an ordinary man.
"Perni-?" Tree looked up from his book as she stood, setting her wine down.
"I’ll be back." She said, disappearing in a small gust of wind.
Next thing she knew, the wind was howling in her ears, and a cold burn beginning in her fingertips. Even her usually cold body wasn’t capable of fending off this frost.
Not ten feet in front of her, laying in the snow, was the man she had heard. Lighting a flame in her palm, she came up behind him, grabbed him by his shirt and hoisted him to his feet.
"Monsieur, I hope you don’t mind, but, I’m saving your life.”
With a shake of his head and not much more than a muffled agreement, he merely goes limp in her grasp, feeling the warmth wake him from his almost permanent frozen slumber. Who was this person.. Had he met them before? He was sure to find out once she got him off this mountain and into a place that was far more quiet than this.