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[rinwell]

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@counterattack, wuff/witch AU - once upon a time a lost pup and a lost witchling meet in the woods

[rinwell]

[ Sometime into her headlong flight, the snow gives way beneath Rinwell's feet, crumbling cliffside unable to take its weight and that of a frightened fleeing child.

The girl tumbles, a small scream muffled as she clings hard to the book filling her arms, and body rolls, every breath knocked from her body as she slides and tumbles down. It's a heavy landing, half drowning in the cold white blanket around her, and loud gasps break the silence in the woods as she gulps for air.

'Stay hidden, Rin-chan. Do not make a sound. They must not find you.' She can feel the snow sticking to the tracks of tears down her face, and she looks up, looks back the way she came. From here, the smoke is lost in the blizzard. She cannot see anything. But her father's words still echo in her head. 'Do not fear, I will be right back for you. I promise.'

A promise that lay broken alongside the bodies outside her home. The collapsed buildings, smashed doors and burning banners. The howl of zeugles drowning out the screams in the smoke, artes igniting and people dying, and the unmistakable glow of a Renan Lord's power in the shadows.

Her mother's cloak is too big for her, but it and the book are all she has, and it takes everything the seven year old has to stagger out of the snow pile. There are no greater monsters in existence than those who attacked her village, and she cannot stay here. Hood drawn up over her head, Rinwell flees again into the driving snow, into the unknown woods ahead, desperate prayers to Dahna on her lips. Until eventually, it's all too much, she's too cold and too tired and the forever night is dark and full of unknown terrors for a newly orphaned girl. When she finds the fallen remains of a hollowed out tree, she crawls inside as best she can, wrapping herself in the dark blue folds of the cloak. Only then does she pull her knees to her chest, and forehead rests against the cold metal butterfly that decorates the book she holds.

Rinwell closes her eyes and does her best not to cry. ]

Please don't find me, please don't find me, please..