Rictor/Siana/Ari
Ari was beginning to suspect that she ought to have ignored the call and stayed home.
What was she doing out here? What madness had possessed her to bundle herself up and trudge out into the snow armed with mandolin, aplifier, cloak, and fingerless gloves? What madness indeed, other than the certainty that somewhere out here, Aspel Cassul was probably getting herself broken?
She had to wonder at herself sometimes.
She had a good sense of direction and she had attempted to stay nearby the paling, but it was hard to orient herself in the middle of the snowstorm. In searching for someone familiar, she had become lost; subsequently, she had been attacked by an elemental, and she had to hand it to Ifrit -- without him, she almost certainly would not have made it out of that altercation whole. But now... well, now, she was out here well and truly alone, her fiery friend had retreated into the recesses of her mind, and even Regen couldn't keep her toes from freezing off. To add insult to injury, Aspel was nowhere to be found, and she couldn't exactly avoid every monster wandering the blizzard...
As it turned out, the lumbering, headless form could not be Confused or made to Sleep; she had nearly taken a shovel to the head in her attempt to incapacitate it, and had fallen with a shriek to the ground, halfway through the cadence that would have her vanishing out of sight -- and reach -- when suddenly, she was not alone on the field.
She didn't recognize the figures, bundled up as they were, but they had swords, and that was good enough for her. She pulled herself up and scampered behind them with a heartfelt, "I am very glad to see you!" she called out, her voice pitched to carry above the wind. maybe, once she shook herself off, she could even help them out.