Permanent Winter Winds [Rinoa/Zack] 

The whir of machinery in the distance was the first thing that entered her hazy, clouded mind, though it was enough. Sharp, loud groans of steam powered mechanisms creaked and moaned in her ears and she shook her head into the snow beneath her, almost afraid to open her eyes. She’d heard noises like that before, she knew those noises, but with how strange things had been lately, the city that they belonged to never entered her mind. It almost couldn’t, really. She felt groggy and she ached in a way that made her focus her entire thought process on the pain. She hadn’t felt this bad in a long, long time.

Regardless, she knew eventually she had to move. This was certainly not a normal situation, after all, and she couldn’t spend the entire time simply laying face down in snow and ignoring everything. Determination struck her harshly and eventually she managed to unpin her arms and lift herself up. The sight she was met with, however, had her breath catching in her throat near instantly. 

"Narshe…" The word nearly stuck in her throat, and she glanced around wide-eyed at the area that she knew far too well. Luckily she’d managed to end up deeper inside the city, passed the caverns, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before the citizens found her. She’d been outside of the Gestahlian empire for quite a while now but Narshe wasn’t exactly a town known for its forgiveness and she wasn’t a woman known for her good deeds. She shook her head and managed to stand, however, though her bones still ached greatly.

Standing was really about all she could do in the end. She couldn’t escape, not through the city itself, and she wasn’t sure she could remember how to navigate the back exit anymore. It had been quite a while since her last visit to the town, and even then she’d been in such a hurry that she hadn’t memorized the layout quite well enough. She was lost. Lost and alone, and it was… devastating.