I saw rise in the heat settle soft and as pure as snow

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[This, honestly, took a lot of work. More work than some of the battleplans, but admittedly the machinations of the Victorian nobles are predictable. The only thing Talulah knows about the northern territories is what she's gleaned from her father's journals.

Edward Artorius apparently had a decent enough relationship with the ruler when he'd been alive, and since the wendigo race of Sarkaz live for a very, very long time, perhaps any goodwill towards her parent might be extended to her.

She has also gleaned the northerners are not unreasonable; they've crossed paths during various skirmishes at the border, and they ignore all rebel forces once their own task is complete. Talulah has made it very clear no one from her side is to engage with any other party that isn't either obviously Victorian, or strikes first, and it seems the courtesy is returned.

That said, isolationist policy is hard to overcome, and what she's asking isn't a mere favor. To be embroiled in civil war in another country is an idea most people would scoff at, but...the north has undoubtedly seen the writing on the wall for what will transpire after the dust settles. Victoria's appetite is ever unsatiable.

The Gaulish castle she walks through is a testament to that. It's nothing but ruins now, good for little else besides neutral territory. She's brought two members of the rebels with her, two with a calm rationality suited to negotiations. She'd be fine going in alone, but, well...if Talulah saw another group's leader sitting all alone during a meeting that was meant to be a peaceful talk, she'd think there was an ambush waiting.

Still, no matter how rational one is, curiosity tends to win out, and she can hear her escort party gossiping even behind their masks. They're wondering if the northern princess is as beautiful and strong as the rumors say. If she's half as strong as that Cautus she'd seen once during a border skirmish, then her alliance would be more than a boon.

By her estimation, the meeting time is near, so she supposes she'll find out soon enough.]

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[Talulah doesn't speak, preferring to wait until the situation calls for her to do something more than act like an injured person Frostnova is trying to keep from further harm as they trek back to the city.

One of the soldiers seems a bit quicker on the uptake, because they start to ask about what the bandits looked like, obviously suspecting the (nonexistent) attackers may have been Dublinn or their sympathisers, but the other bristles almost immediately.]

And who are you?

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The only escort the lady's parents thought she'd need on a routine trip.

[ acting this antagonistic toward a hothead might be a misstep, but Yelena doesn't trust herself to pull off a frightened maid. the solider doesn't seem any further incensed, but he remains critical, asking before his partner can get another word in;

What's with the accent? You're from Ursus? ]

Northern Kazimierz, and I'm not about to go home and tell my lord that I let his daughter bleed out on a roadside after what he paid for me.

[ finer details aside, the last line is barely a lie. whether or not the soldiers will understand the full implications is another matter— mercenary or what polite Victorian society calls an "indentured servant", either will work for FrostNova's current designs. ]

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[The solider with more of a temper doesn't seem keen on letting Frostnova get the last word in, too incensed by an apparent servant stepping out of line, and it's now that Talulah chooses to step in.]

Yelena, that's enough.

[Her voice is purposefully softened, takes on the affectation typical of nobles as she addresses the soldiers.]

I hope you can forgive her for being a little short. She's been with me since I was a child, and she's just worried about me.

[Many well-to-do families get playmates for their children, be it the offspring of their high-ranking staff, or a so-called "indentured servant". Hopefully, the act of a well-bred lady speaking up for a servant she's been close to for years would be enough to defuse the testier soldier's annoyance.]

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[ she goes quiet at Talulah's command, clicking her tongue in an entirely genuine show of distaste for the situation. that doesn't win her any points with the chagrined solider, but the other one pulls him aside before he can snap back, whispering to him in hushed, urgent tones. Yelena hopes the implications of nobility and wealth are enough to put the fear of looming consequences in their mind.

when they turn to address the women again a few moments later, the calmer soldier repeats his questions about the bandits who attacked him, while his partner glares at them in silence. ]

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Oh, well, the whole thing is still a little fuzzy to me...

[Talulah plays at being too shaken by the ordeal of an attack to give very many concrete details. The description she gives could be about wandering bandits just as easily as it could point to members of Dublinn.

Once she's finished, the other soldier jerks his head towards her and asks pointedly, What about that sword?]

This? It's a family heirloom. I only wear it for intimidation...for all the good that did me. I'm not sure I could swing it properly even if I tried.

[The first part is...somewhat true. The latter part is such a blatant lie, Talulah quietly hopes Frostnova doesn't laugh when she says it.]

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[ Yelena makes a sound that could be passed off as a grunt when Talulah tries the line about her sword, but it's quiet enough that only she can hear it.

the first solider seems to be getting fed up with the other's persistent questioning, eyes darting between him and the pair of women who seem to fit the profile of bedraggled travelers well enough. in FrostNova's estimation, the longer they linger here, the more likely the soldiers are to press for more of their story or call in command. she attempts a more gentle approach this time, still sounding steely, but significantly more subdued. ]

Look, I'm not asking you to give us a ride in to town, but can you at least let us through? Her injuries are serious and I need to get her to a doctor.

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[The second soldier seems ready to argue again, but there's the tell-tale crackle of comms coming from their car, and the first looks incredibly relieved for the excuse to drag him away.

Whatever information they get seems to be serious enough that two women wandering just outside of town are now very much second priority, because even the more billigerant of the pair jumps back into the car with barely a dismissal and cursory goodbye. Talulah waits a few seconds after she can't see the vehicle in the distance anymore before speaking.]

I wonder who just did us a favor.

[hypothermy]

I wouldn't bet on it being a favor just yet.

[ for all they know, it could be be a prelude to the base sending out men in full force to try and dig up a missing rebel leader and an Ursine commander.

she realizes after the car lights fade into the distance that she's still holding onto Talulah and quickly steps back— anyone else, even through a layer of clothing, likely would've said something earlier about having FrostNova clinging to them like cautus-shaped icicle. ]

Sorry. You good to keep moving?

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[Talulah's arts kept her at a nice and normal temperature, even with Frostnova's ambient chill, so she didn't really mind, and gives the other a bit of a puzzled look.]

I'm fine. Let's go before anyone else comes down the road, or it starts getting dark.

[In truth, she's trying to beat the waning tide of adrenaline that's still keeping her upright. The wound on her arm is about the same, but her side has started to hurt much more noticeably.]

[hypothermy]

[ Yelena's also aware that they're working on a timeline. things have been moving relatively fast, and she knows that after the high of battle inevitably comes the crash. she doesn't want to strain Talulah by going too fast, but also knows they need to get to somewhere safe as soon as possible.

the road becomes more manicured the closer they get to town, and FrostNova doesn't spot any other travelers as they go. once more than a smattering of buildings begin to appear along their path, she speaks again. ]

Do you have an address of this place you think we can go?

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I know the street name, and I'll recognize the safehouse when I see it. We should head further east, I think.

[And keep to the outskirts as much as they're able to. Thankfully, even as they get deeper into the city, there don't seem to be many patrols wandering around.

Eventually, Talulah does see the right name on one of the street signs and glances down the road.]

There. The one at the end.

[hypothermy]

Let's hope someone's home.

[ the light's started to fade from the sky, and Yelena wouldn't be surprised if there's a curfew in place for the city. the few civilians they did pass seemed flighty, watching the pair with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, saying nothing to them as they hurried on their way.

she stops when they come to the house Talulah indicated. FrostNova counted more than a few homes that seemed to be abandoned, but this one seems at least somewhat better kept. ]

Is there some signal we should we using?

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Even if they're not, we can still use this place. It hasn't been that long since the last recon team left here.

[The windows are dark, but that doesn't mean much. Talulah steps up to the door and knocks in a pattern, and when that doesn't get a response, she simply starts walking towards the side of the house.]

Can I borrow your knife?

[hypothermy]

[ Yelena's mostly hoping that someone's currently living there so they have access to the basics— Talulah can probably generate heat for herself, but running water is hard to live without. ]

Sure.

[ she retrieves the knife from where she stashed it in her coat and hands it off to Talulah when she asks, seeing no reason to question why. ]

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[Talulah's hoping the comms equipment that's supposed to be in these safehouses is still functional. Both of them disappeared into practically thin air.

She takes the knife with a word of thanks before getting closer to the brick of the chimney set on the outside of the house. She observes it for a moment, as if trying to find something, before jamming the knife between two of the bricks and prying them apart. A moment later, she comes away with a key.]

Here. [She offers Frostnova her knife back and the key held in her palm.] Now we can get in.

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[ key in hand, Yelena slowly unlocks the door, ears twitching as she listens for any telltale clicking of booby traps. she cracks the door open at the same measured pace, softly calling out once she's satisfied they won't set off an explosive by stepping inside. ]

We're coming in. Last chance to speak up.

[ opening the door fully, FrostNova moves across the threshold and into the small entryway. from a glance around, it doesn't look like there's been anyone staying there for a while. ]

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[There shouldn't be any traps, or at least any ones that hadn't been reported to the rest of the rebel groups so they knew what to avoid. The place is quiet and slightly disused, but it should be good enough for their purposes.

Except, when Talulah looks through the supplies, she finds no working comms equipment. The last group here must have taken it when they left, or they were broken in some altercation.

At least the lamps still seem to work, and she lights one with a flicker of her arts before sitting down in a nearby chair, exhaustion finally catching up to her.]

Well, we'll have to find some other way to send word back.

[hypothermy]

I have a short range communicator on me, but that's it.

[ now that they're finally somewhere defensible, the full gravity of the situation is beginning to set in for FrostNova. it's not an exaggeration to say that the Urusine-Rebel alliance losing both of them at once could have major and immediate repercussions for the conflict. if the Yetis manage to capture the Victorian squad that attacked them, they might be able to learn the nature of the arts used on them and put two and two together, but that's a big if.

at least the other supplies in the safe house weren't totally depleted. the kitchen has a good amount of dry goods, and Yelena found a first aid kit stocked with extra bandages and medicine stashed behind some sacks of flour. ]

How's your wound? Does it need to be redressed yet?

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[And, as Talulah thinks about it, even if anyone on their side figures out which arts had been used, there's no guarantee they'll be able to figure out where she and Frostnova were sent. She isn't even sure the Victorian casters knew that, besides possibly to send targets "as far away as possible".]

That means we need to figure out a way back ourselves.

[Which is easier said than done. Talulah is too busy thinking about which groups are closest that they could meet up with she doesn't answer Frostnova right away.]

...oh. It's started to hurt a little, but I think that's the adrenaline wearing off. I can't tell if anything's bled through or not.

[hypothermy]

I'll take a look.

[ FrostNova doesn't bother to wait for Talulah's consent before she pulls a chair over to sit next to her, balancing the first-aid kit in her lap. she strips her gloves off, calm enough now to better regulate her temperature and not inadvertently harm Talulah if she touches her with bare skin. hindering her dexterity here isn't going to do either of them any favors.

carefully, she presses her fingertips to the dark material covering Talulah's wound. Yelena keeps her hands covered most of the time, and this is likely the first time Talulah's seen them bare up close, if she bothers to look. there are a number of old, faded scars crossing her fingers and palms— and a faint trace of blood, after she retracts her hand from the makeshift bandages. ]

Guess I needed to clean it out properly anyway.

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[Talulah's arts keep the worst of the chill away, so even if Frostnova didn't have as good control over her temperature, it would likely be fine.

She recognizes this is one of the very rare instances she's seen Frostnova without her gloves, and she watches how her fingers come away with a smear of blood after she touches the makeshift bandages.]

Do what you need to.

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[ Yelena works slowly as she unwraps the makeshift from Talulah's arm, able to take her time with it compared to the rush job she did back in the fields. in the lantern light she has a clearer view of the wound, and can better surmise the extent of the damage. ]

I think it looks worse than it is. The cut isn't that deep, just long.

[ after dabbing a generous amount of antiseptic on a gauze pad, she reaches inside one of the large pockets on her baggy jacket, pulling out a battered hip flash that she offers to Talulah. ]

It's vodka. You want any before I start?

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[The worst part about makeshift bandages is that they typically aren't made to come away from wounds very cleanly, and Talulah bites back a flinch as the edges of her injury are pulled.

At least the damage doesn't seem to be serious, based on Frostnova's evaluation. Talulah suspected as much when she'd been able to use her arm to get off the ground earlier, even if it hurt.

The offer of the vodka earns a smile. She won't turn down what's now a precious commodity.]

Thanks. [And as she takes the flask, she can't help but add] Do you always have this on you?

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[ if talking will help distract Talulah while she disinfects her wound, FrostNova sees no reason not to indulge her. ]

When I'm out in the field, yeah. Using my arts makes my body temperature drop. I've got a tolerance for it, but after a longer fight it can get painful.

[ the length of the cut on Talulah's arm makes cleaning it fairly time intensive. Yelena finds herself readying a new disinfectant pad when she's barely finished with the part on Talulah's shoulder. ]

Liquor can remind me what warmth is supposed to feel like when it gets bad. When I'm in that state for a while, I can have trouble pulling myself out of it.

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[The burn of the alcohol is a decent distraction from the fresh shock of stinging pain the disinfectant causes to race down Talulah's arm. She can't suppress her wince, but she doesn't jerk away from where Frostnova is dabbing the cotton pad on her injury.]

I'm starting to see why your father brought in an arts tutor for you. That must have taken a while to figure out how to deal with.

[Especially when she'd been a child. Talulah's arts are powerful, but her heritage grants her the ability to handle it with hardly any kickback.]