LUCI
In another time and place Lucas would have zoned in on the movement in the snow, especially striped with gold and black as it was. But his senses were frosted with cold and, while he still couldn't feel it (something that brought panic back warring with his temper the longer it went on) he certainly knew it was happening. As such, he wasn't aware of Alorhea until she was almost upon him, Lucas stepping back - stumbling, rather - and squinting to try and bring her into focus.
"Where is here?" he managed, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he spoke. Lucas was in no state to appraise this stranger - if he was he might have realised how gloriously painted with ink she was. Maybe later. "I don't remember... how I got here."
"Where is here?" he managed, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as he spoke. Lucas was in no state to appraise this stranger - if he was he might have realised how gloriously painted with ink she was. Maybe later. "I don't remember... how I got here."
