Katherine
Loralie Douze
Outside of the Prison

Loralie stumbled forward when she saw the younger man from earlier exit the building. She felt a wave of nausea and nervousness as she froze for a moment. She glanced at the griff on her shoulder, who stared back at her for a few moments before sauntering from her shoulder to lie down at the base of her neck behind her long ponytail, almost like an odd scarf of sorts. 

The girl brushed what dirt she could off of her dress before she jogged a bit closer to Levi, still behind him. He didn't seem to see her. He was walking awfully fast, and she was so tired and so very cold.

The world seemed to wobble a bit as she jogged, but she ignored it.

"E-excuse me, sir," She called to him, her voice shivering, her tone tired and frail. He turned to look at her, and she tried to swallow her nervousness as she stood as tall as she could, her face earnest. She took a small step towards him, still a good distance away. "What is your name?"
Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind 

Levi pulled his cloak tighter as he walked outside. The brutal wind felt even stronger today, though that could just be his imagination running wild. His mind was racing, just as quickly as he had one thought another appeared and took its place. 

A small voice broke his concentration. He was focused on a horse, but a small girl approached him. He was confused at first, but quickly recovered. "Leviticus Cortezial at your service, young one. You can call me Levi, though." He said, turning to face her. She was small, shivering in the wind. He gave her his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. 

She reminded him of someone, her small features struck him as something he had seen before. And her eyes. 

"My mother had that same color in her eyes." He muttered, looking at her for a brief moment. He quickly rubbed his eyes before looking at her again.
Katherine
Loralie Douze
Northwind

"Leviticus Cortezial."

He said words after that, but they didn't register. The small girl flinched as he neared her, raising her arms slightly and closing her eyes as if expecting to be struck by him. She heard her griff squeak, and then felt something warm covering her from the howling winds. When she opened her eyes and saw that he had placed his cloak over her, she stared up at him. She did not expect him to be so kind to her, a man of his importance being thoughtful to some girl he didn't even know.

With his comment about her eyes, her face slowly scrunched as if she was trying to hold back tears. She felt a wave of nausea again, but this time for a different reason. Without thinking and seized by a whirlwind of emotion, she put her arms around his waist and hugged him, pressing her cheek against his chest. He was so warm. Her hands felt as if they were made of ice. Though her arms shook from both exhaustion and the cold, it was still a strong embrace.

She tried to think of what to say, something to explain to her situation, but her mind was strange and foggy. She felt as though she might fall asleep at any moment. She didn't feel as cold anymore, just a faint numb tingling. Her knees seemed as if they might buckle beneath her at any moment, but she tried to keep standing.