Crimson hues radiate outwards from the maiden, the koton based technique known as immolation armor, provides minimal warmth against the frigid temperatures and howling gales. Truthfully the kunoichi was uncertain how she had traversed to one of the more higher plains, furthermore the fur coat she wound tightly about her frame also failed to combat against the harsh reality of the realm she dared to intrude on. "I would pay a high quantity of yen for an actual warm beverage." she murmurs, the breath of the medical nin wisps outwards to stain the endless view of ivory; in a world where she was not openly apart of it, the view itself would be far more amusing.
During her treacherous trek, the vertical challenge, would best her several fold, causing her toes and fingertips to become numb. Numerous occasions would demand for the former Sennin to create temporary shelter and do her utmost to not fall asleep in fear of never awakening to the world of living. Fortunately there was a brief opportunity of utter silence, outside of the crunching of snow beneath her boots, "Am I even alive?" she inquires aloud, unsure if she had fallen asleep for the world unveiling before Mikasa's tundra gaze was an endless sea of clouds and the few peaks emerging from beneath the ivory covers.
Instinctively her right hand clutches against her chest, how long had it been since sufficient air fueled her body? What insane person would climb this passage for a challenge and not due to utter stupidity of not knowing the layout of the land? "Kami-sama, ple-" Mikasa pauses, frowning behind the layers masking her features, "Raiden-sama, please let this poor lass find her way down." she pleads with a hardy chuckle; it was best to not allow the current circumstances from dampening her mood. Ultimately, if the situation didn't turn for the better she may never come face to face with another human being.
Thus her trek downwards would begin, hopefully avoiding any loose patches of snowdrift. One slip and fall? That was certainly a 411 call.
During her treacherous trek, the vertical challenge, would best her several fold, causing her toes and fingertips to become numb. Numerous occasions would demand for the former Sennin to create temporary shelter and do her utmost to not fall asleep in fear of never awakening to the world of living. Fortunately there was a brief opportunity of utter silence, outside of the crunching of snow beneath her boots, "Am I even alive?" she inquires aloud, unsure if she had fallen asleep for the world unveiling before Mikasa's tundra gaze was an endless sea of clouds and the few peaks emerging from beneath the ivory covers.
Instinctively her right hand clutches against her chest, how long had it been since sufficient air fueled her body? What insane person would climb this passage for a challenge and not due to utter stupidity of not knowing the layout of the land? "Kami-sama, ple-" Mikasa pauses, frowning behind the layers masking her features, "Raiden-sama, please let this poor lass find her way down." she pleads with a hardy chuckle; it was best to not allow the current circumstances from dampening her mood. Ultimately, if the situation didn't turn for the better she may never come face to face with another human being.
Thus her trek downwards would begin, hopefully avoiding any loose patches of snowdrift. One slip and fall? That was certainly a 411 call.
[OOC: Time to Enter Country / Gates - 30 Minutes. Purchase of half run time card, located here. MFT]