And as Lynxy looked through hills of ice and snow, dreams became forgotten and hearts became broken. Her bloodied feet had led her hill over hill it seemed from the winding plains of Rohan. The shoes were strapped together with torn pieces of her dress in a hope to keep them somewhat together yet the material only wore down messily upon the ground. The coins in her pocket were few and her body screamed with exertion. Her palm clutched at the streaming gash that crossed her delicate face.
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