Dread returned to Rachel's chest when the horn blared through the air and she heard that her presence are needed. Despite all reassurances, she felt wholly unprepared for what's about to come. The moment the captain directed her, she forgot about her conversation[s]---[/s]though still remembered to apologize[s]---[/s]and paced to the wall to catch the view.

Then her blood ran cold, what she could have imagined to happen could not be any worse than what she's seeing right now. Within haze, hordes of creatures much more foreign, their shapes uncanny to what she'd known in stories told among her people and their numbers much more than she could ever expect. [i]Demons, they're demons, aren't they? They're real...[/i] The words caught in their throat. 

Grotesque forms emerging from the darkest of nights, to pluck out unsuspecting victims and pull them away, never to be seen again, leaving houses empty and ruined. Now, in broad daylight, they come out in the open with their horrific fangs bared and their many legs treading the white grounds. Back home, they used large hounds. Not just for the cattle, but for the people. Sacred animals with sacred duties. They protected her and her people fiercely from danger, they could smell sin, unbelievers. She was told that their baying breathed invisible fire that wards off ancient evil and strikes terror in all forms of life. They were essential in stopping these attacks from endangering her family.

But a swarm of this magnitude? Hounds wouldn't be enough. Steel wouldn't be enough. Not that she thinks they would. Her fingers twitched at her hip, but still making no real motion to pick at anything, not yet. She breathed in as the horns sounded again. 

[i][color=gold]Rachel, Little Lamb.[/color][/i] 

Not so much a voice, but words regardless came to her mind. [i][color=gold]Nothing happens without an end. No end happens with nothing.[/color][/i]

[i][color=gold]The fire inside you, remember It. Remember Its light. Remember Its warmth. Remember your purpose.[/color][/i]  

Then she breathed out, gulping back her doubts and her mind cleared. She turned back to the lord's calculating eye, assessing him the same way albeit lacking his edge, then to the captain who briefed them in about the outpost.

[color=beige]"The snow... perhaps we might be able to make use of it to get us around after all."[/color] She replied affirmatively, not just referring to the snow, but in a way, herself. She looked on, this time with a sense of resolution, returning a knowing glance at Andrea's nod. Her stance righted itself as well into a more firm one, not outright confident but getting there.