Sunset Valley yeah. i couldn't either.

three.

they had agreed on three and quennell managed to flex his toes. then his legs. somewhere between pain and a concerning amount of coldness on his rear — or that's what he compared it to.

he tried his best to rise. found himself hardly as nimble as he had once been and there was a strain in every muscle. some part of him wished to crumble back down into the snow. maybe it would not be so terrible to rest here for a while...

t'ree, quen.

he heaved as he forced himself to stand upright.

the first step would be the hardest, but if he could start, things would get easier.