Grab Your Cloaks

The push north had greeted them with increasingly harsh weather, but even Halcyone was surprised by the sight of the ice bridge. The wind seemed to be a creature of its own, lashing at the water and ice with a vengeance that rivaled even the most aggressive storms she’d ever seen. It was a sight that may have sent some running in the other direction, but the Spartan woman was not easily deterred, and as Apollinaris asked if she was ready, she returned the question with a grin. "Do you even have to ask?"

She followed after him, keeping enough distance that if one of them were to slip they wouldn’t both go tumbling into one another. If he lost his footing, she wasn’t about to get dragged into the ocean with him. She watched him as he looked back to her and flashed him a bright smile. "Don’t worry, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily." The wind made it hard to hear, and she had to yell to ensure her voice would carry. She dug her claws deeper into the ice, keeping her stance low to the ground as she moved along carefully, hoping that she hadn’t spoken too soon.