A Dutiful Dream

The whirring of the rotors filled my ears, as we slowly descended closer to our destination. The land was already covered with snow, the blanket of white only getting thicker as we ventured deeper into the lands of the North, with sparse spots of rocky land showing mostly on elevated plateaus and hills, and the edges of great mountains. Cold freezing air whipped my face, and pierced through the thick layers of clothing I had been wearing on my body. I wrapped the scarf on my neck, pulling it higher to cover my nose and ears, and put on the helmet that Amin handed over to me before putting on his own.