••{GARRICK'S POV}••
It's only been a day since we left Astragarde but I already feel it in my bones.
I won't lie to myself. This journey to Snowfall is not an easy one. And the worst part is that we haven't even begun the hardest stretch of it yet.
The Northern Mountains are still weeks away.
If this is what it feels like now… I don't even want to think about what it will become when the cold starts biting through steel and skin alike.
At least I learned my lesson.
Last time I went unprepared, but this time I packed properly. Thick furs. Layered tunics. Gloves lined with wool.
It won't make the journey easy but it might make it a little more survivable.
We're still within Astragarde's borders. At the pace we're riding, it will take another five… maybe six days before we even leave the kingdom.
Since we left the palace, none of us have really said much. And I find myself wondering if there's even anything to say in a situation like this.
