Jennifer
*She had never gone this way before, nor had she seen these surroundings but she did find kinship with the gentle snowfall that garnished the solid black of her velvet cloak. She wasn't alone of course, she walked with a carican of sorts, all dawned with pale skin, black victorian clothing and cloaks. The cold didn't seem to faze any of them, it was as though it were a normal and sunny day. The grey overcast of the sky made for ideal travel as the trope walked in an almost straight line. Lifting her nose to the sky, her eyes narrowed at the possibility of an unfortold anomaly. Seems she wasn't the only one who had noticed it, for a few had strayed off the path to investigate.

They shouldn't be too far from their destination now, and she'd feel a slight breath of relief coming on. It had been days that they had been traveling, and she was about ready to sit down and have a propper cup of tea. Long strands of dove white hair divided evenly into two pigtails swayed behind her like loose ribbons in a breeze. She had also hoped to stumble upon a village or a town, after all... There were a lot of mouths to feed. If they were lucky, they'd cross a kingdom. Such nobles always held internal conflict that rivaled that of a town square and it tasted absolutely..**Delicious.** No matter, they had both the day and the night to travel as long as the sun remained trapped behind the clouds of dismay.*
Joel
Novee shivered harshly, trekking through the thick snow in little more than a thin dress and slippers. The terrain was much more difficult to traverse than she had originally thought. She came from a land where it was cold, yes, but never this cold. She spotted someone moving in the distance and mustered all the energy she had left into a spell. 

Coloured dust exploded high into the sky from her location as she collapsed into the snow. You didn't have to be paying attention to see the large mushroom cloud of brightly coloured sand. She felt her eyes threaten to flutter shut from her lack of energy. Her wings were cold, damp and ruffled as they dragged behind her in the snow.

She called out with the last of her breath, hoping that whoever was out there would help her. As much as she hated the idea of needing help, as much as shr hated being under someone else's care.
Jennifer
*Luckily for her, Miho got to her first. She crouched down beside her and stared down at this nearly lifeless body with a light cant of her head. Sheliftedd her hand, and then dropped it back down in the snow. This wasn't very well calculated, was it? Perhaps a raid, or she was captured and this was her only means of escape. She commended her for not using her wings, she'd have fallen right out of the sky.* 

"Oi. We need this alive. **Now**" *She spoke with a heartless and strikingly firm tone as she gestured down at her with a single pointer finger. Where she came from meant food was nearby... They'd set up camp here. It would take around ten minutes but they'd both be in a- for lack of a better term a royal bedroom of a tent. Thick, black walls that didn't even sway in the breeze with how heavy the material was. Everywhere was littered with candlelight as it was the dimmest light substance that wouldn't attract too much attention. Novee would find herself not in a bed, but in a coffin. 

It had fluffy pillows, and it was lined with Egyptian cotton comforters and black faux fur walls. Beside her would be a gothic goblet filled with tea... A coiling silver strand of steam arising from the top. Across from her sat Miho in a couch like camping chair, her head resting on her hand with one leg crossed over the other. In her free hand, she held a book. Something about alchemy by the symbols on the front of it. Half open eyes scoured over the pages as they slowly panned from left to right.*
Joel
Novee felt cold. Cold but... No, she couldn't tell if she was warm or cold, bu she didnt feel numb anymore and she was certainly much more conscious than she was before. She dared not open her eyes, in case it would alert someone to her whole being alive thing. Instead, a faintly transparent eye rose from her fingertips and looked for her while she kept her own eyes closed. 

She saw a woman with white hair sitting besides the coffin (Novee didn't have the brain power to question it right now) that she was laying in. She couldn't tell what exactly rhe figure was reading. The tent they were in seemed elaborate and expensive. Why someone would invest so much into a tent was beyond her. 

The eye disappeared once assessing the surroundings. Whoever this was had saved Novee, whether that was for good intentions or bad, they wouldn't go through the effort of saving her if they were just going to hurt her. 
 
Novee sat up stiffly in the coffin and reached up towards her face to make sure the mask was still secured.