Shut Up and Eat Your Snowcone

Rœkia's pace slowed the farther she went. The journey got colder and windier with every step to the point that her little jest was no longer amusing. She could see a shadowed shape far in the distance but as brutal as the cold and wind were in the short way she'd gone she knew she'd never make it. "Beh, cold and ice. Not much here." She turned on her heels and headed back toward the shore, trying not to show how eager she was to get back on track and start heading farther south. With a little luck they'd be able to find some warmer weather and a good place to thaw, but it would likely be awhile. This cold seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see in any direction.