3: The soft white water made her limbs clumsy, made her limbs slow. It made the trek to the wooden structures much too long. The longer she stayed in this chill, the harsher it bit at her flesh.

-Crunch- -Crunch- -Slosh-

As her body trembled sharply, Ypuyr almost thought fondly of her home. She missed how the air tasted like the sea, and warmth. She missed how her teeth didn't chatter.

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4: She was bare save for her sharpening stone. Not good for a weapon, but it would have to do. She was freezing. Her arm groaned as it reached for the wooden door. Her nose...Was it still there? Enough! She had to look strong, weak got you eaten. The door gave way with little resistance...It made her wonder whether the door was broken? Or if someone had been here previously.

What gave her pause was the strangeness of the room. Many things she could not understand, some things had familiar shapes even if their names were unknown to her. She needed to get warm. She just needed to be careful.