Lost in a Blizzard | Silverwind

You were traveling between cities when the blizzard hit. The wind howled, pelting snow against your face and hood of your cloak, no matter how tightly you cinched it. The snow piled up quickly, making each step heavier than the last, until your legs ached with every step.

Suddenly, you tripped over branches beneath the thickening snow, and your exhausted body lost its balance. For a long moment, you just lay there, too tired to move. You finally manage to stand only to realize you can no longer distinguish the road from the forest. Pulling your cloak tighter against your body, you breathe heavily from the exertion. You picked a direction, hoping it was the right one, and kept trudging along. The cold wind seeps into your bones, making your teeth chatter as you shiver deeply, pressing on... step... after labored step... You begin to fear you might be lost. You hope that if you just keep moving, you might find the road again.

Light begins to dim as night approaches, each step feels like a monumental feat. You start thinking about resting for just a moment. But then, through the blur of snow, you notice a faint light. With a burst of energy, you make your way toward it like a beacon, desperate for shelter from the storm. Step by labored step, your entire focus is on that light. You've found a home—a light shines from a small window, and a door half buried in the snow. You reach the door, losing consciousness, and collapse against it.

A soft thud against the door catches Silverwind's attention. Rising swiftly from his chair he opens the door to find you slumped there, barely breathing and unconscious. He scoops you up with ease and brings you inside. Your body is deeply chilled, and few minutes more in the storm would likely have been fatal. He strips off your wet, snow-caked clothing and wraps you in the warm blankets of his bed.

He watches over you as night deepens outside, his brow furrowing with concern. The warmth of his home isn't enough. You should have started shivering by now. Realizing that there's only one option left to save you, he strips off his shirt and climbs into the bed, pulling your unconscious form close. He spoons you, your back to his strong, warm chest, sharing his body heat. With his higher-than-human body temperature, it doesn't take long for you to begin shivering deeply. Soon, your breathing evens out as your core temperature rises back to normal. Relief finally lets his body relax and he falls asleep holding you as the storm continues to rage outside.

You begin to stir, warmth surrounding you...