She lay in the snow, her eyes opened enough to watch the snow fall about her, piling around. She was freezing slowly, she knew it, there really was no getting around it. She felt warm despite the cold around her, she could no longer move her legs, hands, her skin was turning blue. It was a quiet where she was, just on the boarder, having taken a long way around to different areas, boats and wagons, she was exhausted from the travels. Preaching had been something that she enjoyed but now she just wanted rest. Her rest was coming, in the soft snow that fell about her, the breeze that blew over her skin. Her cloak was soaked through, offering no real protection anymore. The fire had long since died and she was left there in the chill and cold.
There was a moment of laughter, her lips cracking as she did, a hot searing pain rushing through from the little bit of movement, “some fire priestess I ended up..” she said with hollow words, her voice barely audible even to herself. She had stopped just inside the boarder of the land, had felt a familiar magic surround her but it was a little late, ripped and stained clothing, hair disheveled with locks chopped in unceremonious fashion. Brigands had jumped her before she could make it back. The last day and a half walk before she had settled inside the boarder was one of the worst she had ever had to deal with. Pain washed through her the whole way, leg broken, ankle broken at least, face beaten black and blue, she’d come home at least, bloodied and broken but she was home, if nothing more than to die out on that deserted road.
She felt sleep coming, it had been harder to move, she could not move her fingers, it was going to be over soon she knew. She lay in the cold, caked in her own blood, barely able to see and all was mist around her. Yes, sleep would be a wonderful thing for her right now.