Rose
*The old man smiled as he left, giving a small nod as Nicholas left the front door. As he exited a cold blast of autumn air hit him in the face. The temperature was dropping fast. There was noticeably less people out today as most were starting to huddle inside. On the stone and wood houses a a gentle plume of light grey smoke rose from basically every chimney. A thin layer of morning frost covered the ground and most plants. Nicholas could easily see his own breathe condensing into puffs of white clouds. There was a subtle and gentle southern breeze coming from the colder southern mountains. Even travelling so far the winds kept alarmingly cold. Perhaps the old man's warning should be taken a little more seriously...*

*As Nicholas approached the local market, there were noticeably fewer stands. Most of the luxury good stands were gone. Replaced by the now survivalist needs, food, purified water, luckily a cartographer was in town. Marked by a small building at the end of the street. Next to the store was a small clothiers stand, with a few racks of used and new winter clothing and blankets and mats. Unfortunately there seem to not be a horse trainer in the market.*

*However on the outskirts of town there was a sizeable farm. While no crops grow due to low temperatures perhaps he could acquire a horse or other animal to make the climb easier. Though with the unreasonably low temperatures and thin air perhaps a regular old horse wouldn't be sufficient. Though that variable remained a mystery for now, especially since Nicholas has yet to see what the southern mountains had to offer.*
Carmelita
Nicholas went out in search of the things he needed, when he went shopping he first made sure to get himself two pairs of winter clothing, one for himself and one for the girl to borrow while they were out and about in the cold. Although he figured he could get by, he would rather be safe than sorry in that regard. Either Way they would come in handy and so he decided to go with it. Once he was done getting that, he headed out towards the outskirts of the town in the hopes of finding someone who would sell him a creature to help carry some of his stuff, but specifically Miyako. 

Luck was on his side though, as when he made it to the outskirts he managed to find a farmer who had horses, donkeys, and mules on hand for sale. While there he was advised to go with a mule, a hardy creature that took the best aspects of a horse, and the best aspects of a donkey, making it the perfect animal to take with and had the best chances of surviving the cold of the southern mountains. So after fiddling through his money, he parted ways with the silver and took the mule back with him to the cabin. By the time he had gotten back it was much later than he had expected, and had spent longer out than he probably should have. Sighing as he realized that it was much too late to leave tonight, and would be better to leave first thing tomorrow morning, mainly so that they could have as much sunlight as possible. 

While outside he would look for some cover for his newly acquired mule and tied it to the house under some cover if he could find any, letting it graze on the outside to keep itself somewhat full. On his way out of town he could pick up anything he managed to forget or could not find. But that was tomorrow's problem for him, and so he went inside, his bag on his back and slightly lighter as the rope he had in it was removed. "I'm back later than expected, and honestly did not get all that much. But we should be mostly good." He said as he entered the cabin.
Rose
*The old man smiled, he was cooking a warm fish meal as he entered. The room was lit by a small fire, it casted a warm red hue in the room that gently flickered. In the corner his still fresh painting was drying by the fire. It was of a mountain range cast over by a setting sun. The old man clearly had some talent.*
**"Don't be worried, I'm sure you'll be fine. Your such a talented young man."**
*The old man said as he took three bowls and gently poured the soup in the bowl. As Nicholas entered the main room he saw Miyako seated in a small couch that had been moved up to the table. She was leaning back in it, but not strong enough to stand on her own legs. Though her fair arms were capable of moving about. She held a small wooden spoon and she seemed to have difficulty doing so. She was so incredibly weak. Yet her mana was virtually overflowing. The room felt as if the mana had made a sort of protective coating across the surface. It was a strange feeling. However it was evident she was having trouble controlling her own mana.*

*The old man passed him a bowl with soup and tossed him a spoon before sliding Miyako a bowl. She gave a weak but pure hearted smile. Clearly happy to have been moved out the bed and down stairs.*

**"I moved Miyako down stairs while you were gone. She wanted to go outside but I couldn't carry her farther."**
*The old man said a bit dully, he sat down and began to eat. As he ate Miyako sort of played with her food. Almost mesmerised by it as if she has never seen it in her life.*
**"The old man is very nice, he carried me down here. You'll carry me to right?"**
*Miyako asked innocently, she was aware she was unable to walk. Yet she desperately wanted to be free. She wanted to find her mother. Or what she believed was her mother. She heard voiced in her sleep of a woman and she had flash backs of a woman like her. Yet she didn't remember who they were or their name. She had no identity and she wanted to find herself. There had to be something.*