Dawnlark Plains god, oh my god, where have you been?

forward dated a few days, if that is ok. aw! <3

she's south.

the snow is deep, cold. (slow) an image is burned in her mind, she forgets and it comes again -((sick)) - a boy, copper eyes, devil smile. he's somewhere south, somewhere -- home.

she can't remember what's made her like this, so lacking in acuity. her entire life caiaphas had been clever, cleverer even than some -- this disorienting haze had come from nowhere and saddled itself to her back in a filmy blackwater cloud. she was terrified, furious, and

exhausted.

merrick. the boy. easthollow.

caiaphas stumbled, snow splattering in hushed crunches.

something about raleska -- raleska? a growl rippled from her throat as rosalyn loomed in her vision, an enemy she should have never trusted. demon, bitch, daughter-and-soulstealer.

she was only distantly aware she had not gotten up. somewhere, seemingly so far away it hardly mattered, she felt a fissuring burn in skin that hardly seemed her own. she remained extended in the snow, thin wrists cleaving the iridescent white surface. snow on her chin, her nose -- cold.

how long had she been here, how long, how long?