Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Through the thin glass of her composure, Tullik thought with idle humor of her rapid heartbeat, the faint tremble of her legs.

Ah came the wry thought so this is what it feels like.

The mountain closed cold fingers around her like the steel jaws of a trap, digging into her soul like the teeth dug into the broken bones of the legs they caught. Though this trap was one she set herself. It was in a distant way that she noted her fading consciousness, and the moments between were lost to a fog she had no hope ever escaping.

Lost in an ice fog forever. How mountaineers died.

Tullik blinked when the odd-talker spoke, her eyes lifting from the distant point she had been staring at, to the cramped space in front of her. She pressed her still over-large ears back like a fawn, but followed with robotic, jittery stiltedness. 

There, she would nose the dirt for a moment, before her legs folded beneath her and she went to the ground. Finally, moaned the tired muscles, we are resting. But the girl’s brain ran in circles around itself, even as her physical form remained exhausted.