He hears her again, and he wants to go to her, but he can't remember who she is. Doesn't know why it's so important to answer her, to find her somewhere past all this darkness.
For a moment he lifts his head, opens his mouth to say her name, but it doesn't come to him, and neither does his voice. The cold wraps tighter around him, and he curls in on himself once more. A small creature, huddled in the dark.
The light moves amongst the branches, and a figure shuffles closer to the edge of the wood.
It steps out into a clearing between trees, an outline in the fog; the glint of red shining dimly now in her firelight.
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For a moment he lifts his head, opens his mouth to say her name, but it doesn't come to him, and neither does his voice. The cold wraps tighter around him, and he curls in on himself once more. A small creature, huddled in the dark.
The light moves amongst the branches, and a figure shuffles closer to the edge of the wood.
It steps out into a clearing between trees, an outline in the fog; the glint of red shining dimly now in her firelight.