The first thing that Yua noticed as the black veil of unconsciousness slowly peeled back to reveal the stage of the waking world was the stinging cold she felt pressed against one side of her body. Her eyes slowly opened to a blurred white blanket upon which she was lying upon on her side. The second thing she noticed was the dull, throbbing pain coming from the side of her head, and lastly, the rough, scratchy sensation of ropes around her ankles and wrists, pulled behind her back.
As the samurai's vision cleared, the foggy white blanket slowly came into focus, tiny white crystalline beads becoming clearer, even in the dim grey light. Snow. It wasn't until then that Yua fully became aware of the ropes binding arms and legs, the rough fibers suddenly an alarm for danger. A few brief moments of struggle followed as the girl writhed on the snow-covered ground, the rope biting into her skin, but they wouldn't budge.
Giving up the girl tried to look around the area from her position, lying on her side. A tent. And a poorly made one at that, barely kept together with thin branches and worn-out ropes. Aside from that though, the scene was empty, save for one familiar elf lying in a similar predicament as Yua. "Onee-san!" the samurai whispered sharply. "Onee-san, are you awake?"
