Fine in a blizzard

At first the dusting was very light, hardly adding to the white coating of frost. But the snow persisted, grew heavier, and the wind started to blow hard from the west.

“We can’t travel in these conditions,” Nessa protested. “We’ll get trapped in a drift and freeze to death!”

“There is no choice,” I insisted. “We must go on. I am hardy and can endure, but if we stop now, you poor weak humans will die!”

Despite my words, I knew that the weather would soon bring us to a halt. The girls couldn’t survive more than a few days in this weather, so I was forced to change my plans.

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