[She can hear him somewhere in all the snow, or she thinks she can. Everything is so muffled when she is surrounded by it, but there is a sense of panic that rises in her when she cannot figure out which way is up through the snow.
When she does catch him calling out her name, he might spot a little wiggle from somewhere beneath a small mound.]
Cidolfus?
[Another wiggle, and a tiny feather pops up out of the surface.]
Cidolfus, I am here! I cannot—
[Her tiny voice is muffled again when more snow caves in on her.]
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When she does catch him calling out her name, he might spot a little wiggle from somewhere beneath a small mound.]
Cidolfus?
[Another wiggle, and a tiny feather pops up out of the surface.]
Cidolfus, I am here! I cannot—
[Her tiny voice is muffled again when more snow caves in on her.]