[@ArenaSnow][@Lord Zee][@Deyedreamer][@Cuccoruler]

Octavia heard the commotion outside and started to panic once more. She had been followed. However, it wasn't by the soldier that she encountered at the boarder. There were multiple different voices. A woman's, a man's, and a smaller one that she could only assume that belonged to a faerie. In the distance, she could hear the faint crackling sound of a fire. Curiousity overcame her, yet she did not dare peek out of her hiding place.

Octavia curled up tighter and trembled furiously, more now from the cold than fear; if anything, she was curious. She held her hand over her mouth and dared not to make another sound as she heard the sounds of footsteps draw near. [i][color=ed1c24]"Please keep moving! Please keep moving! Please don't find me!"[/color][/i] She thought silently, yet her eyes screamed with a newborn fear. She wept silently from that new fear, steam emanated from her warm tears then quickly froze after leaving her eyes. She released her mouth and watched the frost regrow on the palms of her hands. As her body grew colder, her skin somehow managed to become even paler. She needed to move again to keep warm but she dared not to do so, in risk that she might be found. All Octavia could do now was sit and wait in the form of a trembling ball, and hope that whoever was nearby would give up and leave.