Asharae
Asharae had a feeling that she was going to die in these mountains.
At first, she had wondered why the woman outfitting her for this journey had insisted she dress in so many stifling layers of fur. Now she wished that the furs were warmer, or that she had been able to wear more layers of them. The shivering had started several minutes ago, and now her entire face felt as if it were burning, although she knew that the sensation was caused by cold, not by heat.
She never should have come to the mountains. Her entire life had been spent on a tropical island; she hadn't even known what snow or ice or even cold was, until she began travelling through the mountains. Her body was not accustomed to dealing with such low temperatures, and she could feel it beginning to shut down.