Frostbound

Miles

The cart shuddered as the wagon wheel fell into yet another divot on the dirt path, nearly throwing him from his seat. While the road was getting better the closer they were to arriving, it was still far from the smooth asphalt from Before.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for travel to be as easy as it used to be.

His journey would've equated to a few hours in the car rather than the months spent walking, riding, or otherwise moving along he'd experienced. He almost regretted his decision to come.

If he had known it was so far North, he would've at least given it a second thought.

A rough wind blew in and his cloak flew open, leaving his body unprotected from the chill the air brought. He shivered, unused to it being so cold so soon. He was lucky it wasn't snowing. It was certainly cold enough for it.

It's not even Winter yet! This is absurd.

Miles was a proud Canadian, but even he wasn't used to bitter cold. Toronto wasn't usually that bad, being as far South as it was. But this, this was farther North than he'd ever been and the Cold made that fact known.

He cursed and muttered under his breath but didn't manage to keep quiet enough.

"You'll be alright, kid, you'll get used to it." The cart driver assured him with a reassuring pat, like he was a child.

"Used to it? How will I get used to it when it's only going to get worse? It's only October!" He exclaimed. Late October, but still October.

The cart driver laughed, "Hah, I remember having the same thought when I first arrived, but it really isn't that bad."