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Still no luck. The little girl had been seeking out her sister for months now, ever on the run in an attempt to keep one step ahead of her pursuers. Whether such individuals existed remained to be seen, but an Umbaran didn't simply leave Umbara without the right, and the right came from being part of the correct caste. Kara? Well she wasn't. She was almost as low as they came. "Come on, Zara" she mumbled in Umbarese, despite there being no one for miles around. She was growing delirious, however, having been wandering across the frigid landscape of Ziost for several long days... Or was it weeks? They all seemed to merge into one long day broken by mere hours of sleep, tormenting her with a barrage of hailstorms and ice. She had lost all sense of direction, with no real idea on where it was she was heading. All she knew was that her feelings had led her here. Call it instinct, if you will.
Blinking through the darkness Kara swore that she could see something ahead; was it in her mind? Some sort of twisted mirage which called wistfully out to her? She was clad in so little, a thin, torn tunic, rough-wool trousers and almost destroyed shoes. They were all that kept her from dropping down. All she had for company were her own thoughts... This is their fault was a frequent one, if they hadn't pushed Zara away we'd all be okay... But Zara is dead. The realisation hit her suddenly. She was searching for a corpse. With a shudder the child pressed on, lips as blue as her icy gaze. I won't be weak like her, like mama and papa or any of them... But then and there? Well, it was difficult for her to not be cold.