Teiran had been standing at the top of the wall surrounding the court, keeping a watch over the braziers meant to guide the lost to safety. Of course, the warmth of the flames didn't hurt, melting the drifting snow before it settled long on her back. She had been standing at the top of the wall, on watch, until she thought she saw movement among the sea of white below. It had been difficult to be sure between gusts of wind whipping up the damn stuff, but Teiran knew if there was anyone out there they would surely die if they didn't get inside soon.
If she were anyone else, she might have groaned at the thought of going out there, but Teiran had a duty and she would follow through with it. Her expression was aas stiff and cold as her muscles as she pushed through the blizzard. It was a world of white, and all she had was years of hard training and her own instinct to make it back to the court. She searched until there was a shivering of her skin, a chill of her spine, which was probably still too long. She probably didn't realize how cold her body truly was.
The warrior was prepared to turn back when there, emerging from the sterility was another, heading deeper into the storm.
"You," she called out, making her way closer, "Do you have a death wish?" Her voice was dry, whether from the cold or disuse was hard to say. She did not see the elk of ice and cold, already burying itself in the distant falling snow. "You are headed exactly the wrong direction from any sort of shelter or warmth, in case you were wondering." And Teiran is far from any sort of guardian angel but she is ready to drag him back to the court if need be. No citizen of Solterra was going to freeze on her watch, gloom and doom self-destructive urge or not.
