Frezzing rain

She stayed awake even on the new moon, all the way through a freezing rain that drove like needles and soaked through every part of her. Too tired to move, she perched like a gargoyle on Naomi’s rooftop and waited for asura, for mortals, for any kind of malice to show itself. A cold river ran between her shoulder blades, a waterfall poured off the point of her jaw. The wet worked between fingers, toes, until no part of her was dry.
When the wind struck, the wet froze to ice. It encased her in glittering crystal and the rain turned to snow, which piled atop her, layer by heavy layer. Her cloak became a stiff burrow and Ryn tried her best not to drowse.
At the first touch of dawn on her forehead, the weariness of the moonless night lifted. Ryn moved and snow shed from her shoulders in great mounds. Her ice encasement cracked and slid off her in sheets as she stood. Her fingers flexed, released, and she listened to Naomi rouse with a start from another nightmare.
And throughout the day, still no sign of asura or their mortals.
Ryn could keep this up forever, but she worried if she didn’t find the asura first, they would prod her defenses until a gap was laid bare.


Chapter 12, Page 176-177