It wasn’t the burn you felt when you sat outside under the sun and it wasn’t the burn that you felt when you pulled a hot pot out of the fire with your hands. It was a cold burn, one that managed to both hurt tremendously and numb your skin. It flew into your eyes and made your nose leak. It hurt to breathe, coldness sucked through your teeth and down your throat every time you dared to inhale.
There wasn’t an inch of Ashcaller that wasn’t covered in a fine layer of frost. It clung to her feathers and melted when it absorbed her body heat. Her entire body felt heavier, slower. Existing in and of itself was tiring. Every tiny action she took had a cost. Each breath and shiver and shake took stamina. To further complicate things, she knew she was running behind. She had a schedule to keep. But could she even get there like this? With every gasp hindering her progress?
No. There was no way for her to continue. That was a certainty in her mind. Sh