Snippet #2539478

Snow was truly alien to Rahiq. The only thing she knew about it was that she hated it. It was cold, like all of Gar. It seemed the children were just as those back in the Dharian cities, since the league had risen. Rahiq pulled the stolen coat tight, throwing the hood over her purple hair not to draw more attention than she needed to. Even if the port town had no qualms with her clan, Rahiq was instinctively wary of kids because they paid far more attention to by-passers than adults. Habits died hard, even if there was no reason to hold onto them.

Rahiq took more distance from Richter as she saw him heading into the fire-zone of a snowball fight. Throwing the snowballs at each other struck Rahiq as downright mean, but the kids seemed to be having fun. Gar was home to a strange people, Rahiq decided for herself, choosing to take long strides around the kids. This got her a number of strange looks that she had actually been trying to avoid.

As they walked out of the city, Rahiq plainly followed Richter. She was used to endless wastes of desert, relying on instinct, the sky and sense of direction to get around. She assumed it would be no different for Richter, but she had been wrong. "We are what?" She said, clear frustration in her voice, but unlike Richter she didn't sink to her knees in the snow. Rahiq didn't even know how to. "Where does the sun rise?" She asked, trying to estimate the time of day. If they could figure out what direction to head in at least, they might be more likely to find the next village.

Or at least, that was what Rahiq was trying, when she suddenly felt the impact of the snowball Richter threw. The surprise and cold caught her off-guard and she let out a short shriek, but she quickly brushed the snow off her face, resisting the urge to go for her blade. Her cheeks flustered and her nose started running again, but Rahiq's expression was grim-dark.

"What direction does the sun rise in Gar and what direction is the next village in?" She asked Richter, with audible restraint in her voice. Rahiq needed Richter for now, but she was having second thoughts about that now...