protectorofconduits

Cushioned under the snow bank, Fallon’s senses were invaded by a thick, pressing frost. It took her a moment or two before she realized just what had happened. The embankment had collapsed upon her like a ton of bricks, forcing the wind from her body. She coughed and swallowed snow, melting in her mouth, tickling her throat and causing the motions again.

She’d always thought being covered in snow wouldn’t be horrible; that it might even be enjoyable, but the cold sunk deep into her bones. Seconds later she burst from the frosty folds shivering and panting. Fallon had no recollection of what had happened to cause the sudden shifting of the snow. Despite the crunch of twigs underfoot and the foreboding feeling of being watched, Fallon did not lift her head.