Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Of Dogs and DemonsIt took half an hour just to get away from all the tall things, and by the time he did his stomach growled in hungry protest. He was rewarded with the sight of smoke rising on the horizon and a shortcut across a large, open field. Feeling relief wash over him, he stepped away from the road and walked down the short hill and across the field. Why surfacers insisted on roads instead of taking such shortcuts was beyond his understanding. The white stuff slowed him down a bit, but that was pretty much the point to more than one person walking there – the more downtrodden the white stuff, the faster it went.Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Of Dogs and Demons by Sushi-Troll
He was halfway to the farmstead, his keen eyes spotting the buildings, when the white gave out underneath him. A surprised yelp escaped his lips and he sank all the way down to his chest, feeling colder than ever before, the white stuff seeping through the fabric of his clothes and making him wet. That was bound to mess up his leather jerkin.
As if to make matters worse, his heat-