Winters-Oasis

She set off back north the next day, shaking herself to get rid of any lingering doubts, and marched up the open path. The open grassland was still so much greener and more verdant than the March that she knew best, and for some time she was tempted to linger in the camps of the Pasu along her trail, but convinced herself to move on.
The movement helped to fill the cracks in her self confidence, if only temporarily, until she arrived again in Muon. It was early in the afternoon, but she'd been walking most of the day on minimum food. As always, she hesitated before entering the crowds, the odd dual nature of the city only making her even more confused.
Instinctively she scanned the faces, looking for a threat or… she didn't really know. But coming out of one of the larger building on the square was an otter she recognized. Keluri turned and saw her, worked his way towards her through the crowd. She rocked slightly, ready to take a step back and away, but didn't. His broken camoufl

She spent three days, in total, at the inn, waiting for news of the southern lands and reaffirming her sense of the outside world. Despite her lack of remembrance of anything involving her own life before the Cold, the name of things that she shouldn't know popped into her head, leaving her less confused than she might have been. In that time, she learned that the person she'd been mistaken for had lead an expedition into the Wintermarch, right into the Cold's jaws searching for treasure. She didn't think she would ever be so stupid, but there was no telling.
In any case, when no word came, and she grew too impatient to wait for someone to be willing to travel with her, she set off along the rutted road south. Ice'd been wandering for several days when she came across the first town, which she found to be called Muon. There was a lot to take in, especially after traveling through the still-cold plains that were gradually growing more verdant.
Muon was bustling and full of people in som

Before that moment, she had been called Sara Meriansdatter, and was a proud member of the Naraka Corporation. It was her who had been sent by the Corp. to represent them in this large expedition to the Wintermarch. Some ruins had been discovered, more protected than most by a strangely shaped bowl in that desolate landscape. The adventurer who had found them came back with all the treasures he could hold, and claimed he had barely touched the place.
But that is beginning at the end. Her mother and father had both been merchants, it had never been her thought to continue in another line of work. Growing up in Gilead, she had a nice, normal childhood. When she came of age at sixteen, she joined the local branch of Naraka, to her parent's mild displeasure. They had wanted her to strike out on her own, but Sara reasoned she had plenty of time to found her own company, for now she would learn under the wing of a larger corporation.
She rose quickly through the ranks of the Corp., her mixed

The first thing she knew was the Cold. It crept into her bones, twined around her flesh, and covered her skin in a coating that would have made her shiver, had it been possible for her to do so. She could only lay limp in the darkness of her own mind and let the freezing something twine its way throughout her body. And though the woman once called Sara knew nothing of souls, the Cold that made her knew that there would always be a microscopic kernel of warmth that could never leave her.
The second thing she knew was Death. It was all around her as she sat up and looked around. The frozen corpses of humans and Pasu alike lay scattered across the wasteland, eyes wide open, frozen so that they seemed solid white. She didn't know them, and that disturbed her for some reason, though she couldn't quite say why. She stood and turned to go, unwilling to linger in this place of Death and Cold, when a voice called to her.
Wait, it moaned, as disembodied as the wind. Do you not wish to know who y