After millennia reliving the extreme heat of her death, the bitter cold was a complete shock. Sibley's eyes shot open, and she jumped to her feet faster than she thought possible. She began swatting away the snow that stuck to her bare arms and legs, and shook her head violently to get any stray flakes out of her hair, her steps eerily quiet as she jumped around. [i][b][color=#99ffcc]"Holy f-"[/color][/b][/i]

She quickly silenced herself as she realised she wasn't alone. Looking around at the others, her eyes still wide and her mouth slightly open, she straightened herself and pulled her thin shawl as tightly as she could around her shoulders. A cursory glance confirmed that she was the youngest in the group - a situation she was very familiar with - and that they were likely thrown here much as she was. Her gaze swept past the others toward the ruined village before them, scanning building after burnt-out building, corpse after desecrated corpse. The memory of her farmhouse burning flashed before her eyes, and a very familiar anger flared up inside her. 

But this wasn't the time or place. She lowered her head and closed her eyes again, desperate to hide the hatred that now shone through them, and listened carefully as the others spoke. It was clear that they knew as little about the situation as she did - perhaps with the exception of the redheaded woman, referred to as [i]Beoulve[/i] by the man wearing what Sibley could only assume were haphazardly-arranged scraps of fabric. 

She heard the old man offer his jacket to one of the others; she hugged herself tightly, her own dress and shawl doing little to ward off the shocking chill. She wanted to reach out and grab the jacket, but knew it was a very easy way to lose sympathy; instead, she took a deep breath and allowed herself to shiver, as terribly painful as it was. She still felt as weak as the moment she died, her mouth still dry from the heat, her throat still sore from screaming over the crowd. Perhaps though, she thought, if she didn't hide her pain, someone would soon take pity on her as well.