Totoka River no direction but a faith in her decision

rasha's coat was too thin to protect her against the icy daggers.  she prayed that there was shelter where they were going.  she lowered her head, ears cast to the side as she shot a dreary expression towards the sky.  the listener continued to speak about spirits.

it is always the same god, she says. with different names.  a pause, during which prophet is lost in either a memory or a dream.  she is changed when she speaks again.  may i ask what it is like, where you are taking me?  she's drawn back to the sensations in her body, where the cold was becoming a concern.  she could handle it until they made it somewhere, so long as somewhere had promised shelter.