Hoshor Plains the voices died with me

for @Dirty Paws and open to @Dagur too since he's her shadow

it was raining ice across the plains. there was nowhere to hide from it, so zharille endured. she had the winter coat to outlast all winter coats, and while the wind had picked up recently she refused to let the sting of it slow her down. at times she felt it pulse against her hip and try to pull her off-course, but she would adapt; it was not like she had any specific destination in mind.

there were few signs of life upon these plains. what might've once been the welcome sight of golden grassheads was now wilted in to frozen clumps of gray, and the darkness of the overcast sky did not help matters. still, she would persist to cross the land, and find what might be hidden here.