Lyra's POV
I stirred awake, cold biting into every inch of my skin. Harsh, massive coldness seeped through my clothes to bite hard at my back.
I sat up gently. My hands touched something cold around me, and it stung my palm. My eyes opened gradually like a curtain, but all I could see was a blurry white veil. His yell rang through my head. "Lyra, are you okay?" He screamed, "Are you okay?"
I heard him drop to a squat beside me, his hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently.
I shut my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, I saw a wilderness of thick snow. Mountains spread beyond me, all draped in thick blankets of snow.
His furrowed brows relaxed when I opened my eyes. He dropped onto the snow with a sigh. "You scared me, Lyra. I was just some minutes from going back to get Draziel."
