Gale and Wang Li trudged through the mountainous terrain, their breath forming frosty clouds in the air. Gale gazed around at the stark landscape, his intuition telling him that something was near.
"There's magic in the wind," Gale muttered as they climbed the white snowy land, the chilly wild rising the more they traveled.
Wang Li clutched to the white animal fur over her robes, shivering in the cold, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"That the wind is magically or rather spiritually augmented," Gale explained. "I don't know the specifics, but I feel like it was emitting from some special place, perhaps the temple we are supposed to look for, perhaps another location."
"Well, that would make it easier, would it not?" Wang Li asked. Although she said that, she wasn't certain about it, since the cold was already unbearable.
"We'll see," Gale said.
