It was cold. Dark. Little starlight filtered through the trees around her, but not too far to the left a clearing of dead trees was filled with grey smog too thick to breath. For her, that was. Cairo didn't think it affected anyone else aside from the usual bad luck. It was so much colder now than when she'd left, the winter air biting harshly at her face, the liquid cold of snow slowly seeping into her bones. It hurt too much to move. It had been agony to bring her phone to the spot where it lay now, half buried in snow and still awaiting her next answering text to Iaemor.
She wasn't sure why she had gone to him. Saffron would have a better time hunting her down. Saffron was odd like that. Maybe she'd gone to the demon out of vanity, knowing that if she called Saffron, she wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere without an escort. Cairo hated being treated like a child, although she knew so very well how much she acted like one sometimes. It was a wonder that Iaemor was still putting up with her. Maybe he had been expecting difficulty from the start. Could Incubi do that? Whatever.. She hoped he'd be able to spot her in the snow, because everything was fading out, cold white being replaced by the merciless black of unconsciousness agian.
@Steven
She wasn't sure why she had gone to him. Saffron would have a better time hunting her down. Saffron was odd like that. Maybe she'd gone to the demon out of vanity, knowing that if she called Saffron, she wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere without an escort. Cairo hated being treated like a child, although she knew so very well how much she acted like one sometimes. It was a wonder that Iaemor was still putting up with her. Maybe he had been expecting difficulty from the start. Could Incubi do that? Whatever.. She hoped he'd be able to spot her in the snow, because everything was fading out, cold white being replaced by the merciless black of unconsciousness agian.
@Steven