[Athilea Majiri]

((I'm thinking rural would be nice.))

She fought for her life, because she was certain that death was immanent. The next thing she knew she was waking up on the cold, but soft, ground. She could smell the earth that was already frozen around her and immediately she controlled herself and stopped the weave of magic around her. Nelda tried to push herself up, but the world lurched and spun so she lay back for a moment.

The boy was a little distance from her, and she heard him ask the question. Her voice was soft, but it carried, "I...do not know." She turned her head towards the sound of his voice, "What...what was that thing? Where is it?"