Without a Trace [update #1]

[Amaranth]

It was incredibly cold. Though spring had begun, where she was there were still several feet of snow on the ground. Her black dress, so beautiful the day before, was already in ruins, torn and, on the right side, stained with blood from a cut she had sustained falling in the dark. Hours later, it was still bleeding sluggishly, as she didn't dare waste strength healing it.
Her hair had tumbled from its pins and now hung around her slender form like a cape. She shivered constantly; her breath crystalized in the air before her face, coating her eyelashes in a delicate layer of ice.
Her shoes were long gone, worn away by the rocky terrain, and she left bloody footprints behind as she walked. These she used magic to erase- she doubted anyone would go after her, but she didn't want to be found in any case.
Now she had been ascending the mountain for at least an hour, and estimated that it would take her three days to reach her goal. Suddenly, there was a sharp, burning pain in her chest; she muffled a yell, collapsing weakly into the snow.
She knew what had happened as though someone had just told her: she had passed the barrier, beyond which no magic could be used. That had been a warning- try to use magic and die.
Gasping, face white, she staggered to her feet and swayed alarmingly for a moment before she could steady herself and move on. The footprints she left now remained, bloody trail markers. Her bracelet of black lace slipped free and drifted to the ground, stark against the snow.
No turning back.

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[Jeni]

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There he was, in the freezing cold, trudging through the snow after her. That's all he wanted and all he thought about since she left. His mind swimming with unanswered questions, his heart burning with guilt and hope and his eyes set on the mountain range, Zeth slowly made his way to them.
He clutched the black rose in his hand still, he really hadn't put it down since he first found it. In that single rose held all his hope that he would somehow get her back. He was so angry. At himself, at the reasons for her doing this and at the idea of it all together. His fingers tightened around the stem of the rose, so much so that the thorns cut into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He didn't care. He didn't even feel it. He hardly felt the cold of the wind and snow. He was oblivious to any physical pain at the moment. He was focused on nothing but the mountain ahead of him and the thought of her. He knew what he had to do and he knew of the dangers ahead. But nothing was going to stop him, not even death itself.
I'm comming Amaranth. Zeth thought to himself, his jaw clenching, both from the cold and determination of his thoughts. He didn't know how much further that barrier was, nor did he really care, as long as he got to Amaranth before the worst happened. Shaking his head once to get rid of some snow flakes, he continued his slow walk towards the second mountain range.