[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia held her hand up, gathering light against the encroaching snow. She had been following Sable, but now she was lost, and her heavy clothing wasn't doing much to protect her from the temperature.

"Sable?!" She yelled, only to have her words whipped away by the high winds. She increased the light she had, trying to create a beacon for him to see. Not for the first time, she lamented the fact that her light had no heat. In moments like this, she wished she had Sable's fire.

"Sable, where are you?"