When no one is around, my dear
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
It wasn't that Sohalia had forgotten to check the weather before heading out into a blizzard. It was just that she'd underestimated exactly how long it would take her to arrive at her destination. Now, as she sat in her car, yellow caution lights reflecting in rhythmic flashes against the snow, she was filled with an intense regret that she hadn't left a few hours earlier. If she had, she might have avoided the worst of the snowstorm. As it were, she'd been surviving the drive on a combination of prayer and luck, which had finally given out as she'd slipped and slid her way down a hill and right into a bank of snow that had drifted at the bottom.
Even if she could have managed to get the car moving again, she was no longer sure exactly where the road was. She was running out of gas, her phone's cell service was acting spotty at best, and the blizzard was howling stronger than ever around her little refuge. She was going to have to figure out what to do, and fast - before she froze to death out here.
When she'd accepted the position of museum curator in the city, she'd never imagined that she'd end up buried beneath the snow somewhere outside the town of Pine Peak in search of a certain starlit artifact that would complete her perfect Christmas exhibit. God, what was this? Indiana Jones and the Lost Christmas Tree Topper?
Hunched over a map that she'd pulled from the glove compartment, Soh huffed out a frustrated breath, running a hand anxiously through her golden waves. It would help if her phone could pick up any semblance of a signal. Then she could at least call someone for help, or try and figure out where the nearest house was where she might be able to take shelter until the storm passed, or... god, she didn't even know. What did one do when stuck in a car in a blizzard? Nothing in her life had prepared her for this particular disaster.
Lights flared, brighter than the caution lights reflecting off the snow, and Soh glanced up, her heart in her throat, to find what appeared to be headlights flickering through the storm. Relief washed through her, and she grabbed her coat from the passenger seat, darting out of the car in an instant as she pulled the warm fabric onto her arms, fully intending to flag the driver down. At this point, she didn't really care if it was dangerous. Surely serial killers didn't seek out victims in a blizzard, right? They were probably holed up at home, like anyone else with a lick of sense.
"Hey!" Soh shouted, waving towards the headlights. Wind whipped her hair about her face, and she shivered against the icy chill that worked its way down her spine. She'd never been so cold in her life as she was at this moment, and if that unknown driver passed her by, that wasn't going to change any time soon. "I need some help!"
Even if she could have managed to get the car moving again, she was no longer sure exactly where the road was. She was running out of gas, her phone's cell service was acting spotty at best, and the blizzard was howling stronger than ever around her little refuge. She was going to have to figure out what to do, and fast - before she froze to death out here.
When she'd accepted the position of museum curator in the city, she'd never imagined that she'd end up buried beneath the snow somewhere outside the town of Pine Peak in search of a certain starlit artifact that would complete her perfect Christmas exhibit. God, what was this? Indiana Jones and the Lost Christmas Tree Topper?
Hunched over a map that she'd pulled from the glove compartment, Soh huffed out a frustrated breath, running a hand anxiously through her golden waves. It would help if her phone could pick up any semblance of a signal. Then she could at least call someone for help, or try and figure out where the nearest house was where she might be able to take shelter until the storm passed, or... god, she didn't even know. What did one do when stuck in a car in a blizzard? Nothing in her life had prepared her for this particular disaster.
Lights flared, brighter than the caution lights reflecting off the snow, and Soh glanced up, her heart in her throat, to find what appeared to be headlights flickering through the storm. Relief washed through her, and she grabbed her coat from the passenger seat, darting out of the car in an instant as she pulled the warm fabric onto her arms, fully intending to flag the driver down. At this point, she didn't really care if it was dangerous. Surely serial killers didn't seek out victims in a blizzard, right? They were probably holed up at home, like anyone else with a lick of sense.
"Hey!" Soh shouted, waving towards the headlights. Wind whipped her hair about her face, and she shivered against the icy chill that worked its way down her spine. She'd never been so cold in her life as she was at this moment, and if that unknown driver passed her by, that wasn't going to change any time soon. "I need some help!"
Spinning in my highest heels, love
Shining just for you
Shining just for you
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
