317 Tranquility

The following morning found me outside long before the sun had risen. I'd scarcely awoken curled against Fable's side when he gently grasped me in his jaws and half-dragged and half-carried me to the tent entrance. I scarcely had time to pull on a dress before he tossed me outside into the anomaly's brisk chill.

The soft grass was rigid with frost, crunching softly beneath my bare feet, killing any of the lingering morning haze my mind had been under. I bit back a squeak, jumping from foot to foot, feeling for a moment that I'd been plunged into cold water. The bitter breeze curled around my body in icy tendrils, hunting the last of my warmth to extinction. 

"Ice Shield!"