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My head pops out of the snow drift and I look around frantically. "Esmae!! Everly! Easterly??" My cries are lost to the wet, windy air of the stormy night. Of course they'd get lost. I can barely see the nose in front of my face, how could they be expected to keep track of me in a snowstorm this bad? I weigh my options: stay put and look for my sisters in the morning or press on and hope they've done the same.

I hate winter. First it takes my mother and now my sisters? I won't let some stupid weather beat me!

I don't really have much of a choice do I? If I continue on to Spirane on my own I'd practically be condemning my sisters to their fate for my own sake. There's no way Everly and Easterly could press on by themselves. It's best for me wait out the storm and search for the others in the morning. They should at least be able to spot me even if I can't see them.

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I dig myself out of my snow den following the sunlight bleeding through. I wince at the brightness of the world outside. I scan the horizon for signs of my siblings: nothing. Fresh powder as far as the eye can see. I call out to my sisters with a mighty howl hoping to draw more attention to myself, if such a thing were possible for a mighty creature of my impressive stature!

I begin scouring the mountainside for any trace of… well… anybody. Digging my nose into the snow and pouncing my way through particularly-deep drifts for hours on end. I only pause when I realize I've turned myself around. Is Spirane this way? Or was it that way?? I can't do it! I can't continue blindly searching for my sisters and keep track of where I'm going.

I collapse in the snow, a tan and black stain on the otherwise pristine white landscape. A cloud of powder dances on the light breeze and I bite at the snow in front of my exhaustedly. I need Esmae, I can't be lost out here and I can't leave them out here alone…

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easton
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