Rebeca
Nirvana Airenfield, The Witherlands
Iron Plains

Nirvana holds her arms tightly to herself, treading through the snow and harsh winds, heading south. She shivers, seeing her breath which nearly has blinded her with every step she took. The thicket of trees can easily misdirect her, but she heads forward, making sure she cant turn in any way to guide her off to the west. Slowly, she stomps through the snow and with a larger, thicker jacket she stole, which heated her up almost enough to keep going. He stopped at a pair of trees and sits on the side of it. Her brown hair feels like its frozen, she doesnt want to go up and feel it, her hands are numb. 
After a few minutes, she decided to get up, because she had figured if she stayed where she was, shed be dead. Using her long bow, she worked it like a cain and pushed herself to keep walking. She starts seeing cabins, but cant go up and simply knock on the door. That would be *Stupid*, she thought. 
With her hood on, she can hear slight wind going the opposite direction of her. She starts walking a little bit slower, inspecting the area.
Bertha
Edmund Silverstep, the Witherlands
The heart of Nornver.

Heading forth and through the piling-up snow, Edmund finally entered the town's square and turned his head in disgust - he'd found some of the residents of Nornver. They were all dead, strung across the place in poses of utter agony. There weren't any scratches, bite marks, nothing on them - they died due to a disease.

"So Nornver is no more.." Edmund muttered out, walking away from the town's square as fast as he could - he needed to find a torch or something flamable.. He had to destroy the source of this disease so that he wouldn't contract it either.
Rebeca
Nirvana Airenfield, The Witherlands
Iron Plaines
Walking through the snow that is already at her calves, Nirvana finds a town not too far from her. *Thank god* , she thinks, pushing her numb legs a little faster now, excited to get a least a little something for herself, since she ran out of good food. 
Alas, she was hesitant about entering a new area that people might know her. There would be no way that a place that big would have occupants that didnt know who she was. Back and forth, she debated on what to do. She finally decided to enter the city, but remain undetected.

Nirvana Airenfield, The Witherlands
Iron Plaines
Her stomach aches from hunger, and she has no money. She shivers, stops to warm herself up and continues. This repeats a few times. Then, she sat down by even more dead plants and snow pockets , grabbing what she needed for entering a place that had people in it. She pulled her hood over her head, carried her bow instead of having it on her shoulders, and cleared snow from the inside of her boots. The patches on her clothes froze areas of her body, the small holes eating her away. Her fingers that were even covered with gloves were too thin to prevent frostbite. Luckily, the coat she took was very warm to her, she laid it on her legs like a blanket.
Stephanie
Lumikki Eisenhald, The Witherlands
The Pines of Mourn 

Jestah had left off a loud laugh as the snow get into his face and even managed to sneak into his mask in certain open areas. He'd shake his head like a dog as he then kneels down forming a three more snowballs rather quickly in his nature. He'd hop up with the three in his hand as he began juggling them rather impressively. A true sleight of hands this man has as he then throws one at her face the other at her chest and the last at her gut each following one another he'd then dash behind a tree trying his best to avoid the onslaught of snowballs that would be now thrown towards him .
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald, the Witherlands
Pines of Mourn 

Lumikki, covered in snow, turned to him behind the tree and walked over slowly, she peeked around the corner and slapped one right in his face, she began to laugh. This time, it wasn't a laugh of mocking, it was a genuine laugh. She hadn't truly laughed in years. Brushing the snow off herself, she patted the jester on the shoulder and smiled beneath her bandana, a glint of light in her eyes. "Thank you..." She stated, as she walked onward through the paved snow. 

This caused her to think... She hadn't truly laughed since... Justin. 

*Idle hands are the Devils playground*

Her smile quickly faded as she continued down the path. Her eyes faded again... And a single tear fell to the snow, emotionless...
Rebeca
Nirvana Airenfield, The Witherlands
Iron Plaines / and Pines

After getting her stuff ready, she gets up and slowly walks, making sure snow didnt go into her boots, but it already happened with the first step she took. She saw the white, freshly laid snow that the heavens put down for her. 

She got a feeling of homesickness, missing her fathers warm embrace. The fire in her cabin, the sheets she surrounded herself in, its pale color resembling the snow. The image faded to black and white, where she realized she *Doesnt* Need them. She *Doesnt* Want them. Her own anger made her walk again, nearing a general population of people, playing with the snow and their families watching them protectively, and the anguish got Nirvanas mind so focused on pushing away thoughts that she tripped on a dead limb of stump from a tree. 

She quickly caught herself, muttering curses and continues, with her hood pulled down and arms crossed, her bow held by the middle of her right hand. She heard the sounds of snowball fights and horseplay made her feel worse.
Stephanie
Lumikki Eisenhald, The Witherlands
The Pines of Mourn 

Jestah would yell out as a snowball had been slapped right into his face by the assassion lady. The yell would echo through the woods as he falls down to the snow and let's off a laugh. Almost like second nature to him he had to make a pun saying quickly "You cold bastard!" He'd snicker at his own pun as he reels his legs to his chest before kicking them up to kick his whole body up as he dusts himself of the snow before it begins soaking his body in it. 

Jestah adjusted his mask looking out to the Lumikki as he called out "Ya know I didn't know ya could express much emotion, suits ya, might flatter the audience when ya join the arena with dat fact hahah." *He'd let off a small showman chuckle before noticing her expression became grim again as he sighs* "Well figured ya wouldn't stay cheerful for too long but ay shows ya that i'm good at what's I do!" *As he claps his hands with the snow in them, the moment the hands touch and he opens them up, POOF, it explodes out in sparkles and glitter* "I just sparkle with entertainment."
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald, the witherlands
The Pines of Mourn

As they walked for hours on end, the sky became dark again. "Perhaps a place to rest would be... Suffice." At those words a howl was heard up ahead. Lumikki jogged up a bit to the wolf who sprang around her legs and led her to a small cave, just big enough to block the wind. As Lumi walked into the mouth of the cave, she scruffed up the fur on the head of the wolf and said "Bonus, puella!" (Good girl) then proceeded to start a fire with the flint and steel she kept handy. Followed by rolling out the skins and laying down. Before a word was said, she laid down saying, "Tomorrow we are leaving before the crack of dawn." , turned over and fell asleep. Lyla circled up and laid right next to her, the size of the wolf compared to the girl was grand, but she was the only protection the girl had.
Stephanie
Lumikki Eisenhald, The Witherlands
The Pines of Mourn 

Jestah holds his stomach as a slow rumble was heard even for the man who was energetic and used to the fact of travelling for hours at a time was getting close to his limit. He was starving, tired, and realizing this was not an ideal travel conditions. As he begins resting for a bit she'd notice that his body was rather still, it wasn't shivering, it wasn't moving, he was just comfortable in this cold, freezing cave. Maybe the thin robes kept him warm? Who knows but all you'd see is Jestah laying there, as he slept calmly without any protective covering.