[ Trahearne doesn't even think of asking for help, though he would not have said no.
It takes him a moment to get to his feet, leaning against the wall for stability, readjusting the blankets as they threaten to slip off him. The blast from the cold air outside is a shock, and he shivers in place, watching the snow come down for a moment.
Time for the walk back...
Trahearne's steps in the heels are unsteady, made worse by the uneven ground and the blanket of snow. His pace is agonizingly slow as he tries not to trip over himself or twist his ankle, and he stops at every suggestion of a gust of wind to make sure he stays upright, and to make sure no errant wisps get inside his cocoon.
Sorry, Syrlya. Your husband (? wife (?)) is miserable. ]
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[ Trahearne doesn't even think of asking for help, though he would not have said no.
It takes him a moment to get to his feet, leaning against the wall for stability, readjusting the blankets as they threaten to slip off him. The blast from the cold air outside is a shock, and he shivers in place, watching the snow come down for a moment.
Time for the walk back...
Trahearne's steps in the heels are unsteady, made worse by the uneven ground and the blanket of snow. His pace is agonizingly slow as he tries not to trip over himself or twist his ankle, and he stops at every suggestion of a gust of wind to make sure he stays upright, and to make sure no errant wisps get inside his cocoon.
Sorry, Syrlya. Your husband (? wife (?)) is miserable. ]