To go in tandem with @Ryria 's short story, I thought I would add on a second part. Again, the whereabouts of either character are not strictly known by others, save for perhaps some vague suspicions from those who saw them wandering around IC. Any information is to not be meta-gamed.
Kaja shivered while holding onto her dear cousin, Britta - the trek through the snow was ever-taxing, despite having the privilege -- or was it luck? -- of finding one of the horses transported by the Nenyarina. They had already traveled through the duration of one evening and camping out in the wilderness as carefully and stealthy as they could for the night. Yet the early morning was unforgiving; its winds were sharp, biting at any exposed skin, and either Santorski felt it with each passing second.
A moment passed before a reassuring hand reached back to pat at Kaja's leg. Britta's acts of comfort had never really ceased since the two had departed from Fort Dressau. After all, the subject of discussion could not be ignored: many of the Commanders, including Kaja's mother, had been captured. What the young girl could not understand is exactly how.
From what she knew, those in the Fort were informed that said-Commanders were headed out to meet with another resistance group: her 'uncle' Percy's. Surely there had to be a connection, there must have been.
Yet even if there was, what exactly was connected? Neither Britta nor Kaja could understand it. While the majority of the situation was shrouded in mystery, the ginger-haired girl was determined to figure out what she could, and eventually assure her mother's return.
"It's cold," the younger of the two murmured, burying her cheek against her cousin's back. While she could not exactly turn around and hug Kaja, Britta spoke in a gentle voice in return.
"Try to get past it. Think about.. warm things." The horse's occasional whinnies and snorts filled the voids of silence that would sometimes cross between the two relatives. "Like the fire places that were in the hallways of the Fort, or the one in the courtyard."
With hesitancy, Kaja offered a single nod against the woman. Her eyes were already beginning to sting and water from the bitter wind. She squinted, peering past her cousin's arm to look ahead.
The castle was nowhere in sight. At most, they had another day's worth of travel. However, neither female were deterred away from the task, especially not the red-headed one. She needed to speak to her uncle, and she would be damned not to try.
