Mila
I followed behind Dr. Ethan as we trudged through the snow. I held onto the guiderope for dear life while the snowy winds pushed me this way and that. Had the snow not already been so deep the winds might have won our war.
Dr. Ethan took one step at a time, careful to make a path for me, but his legs were so long, he couldn’t compact the snow quite low enough for my short, little legs. The tips of my boots dragged through the highpoints of the snow peaks he left in his wake.
Already exhausted from my day, I stumbled. I released one hand from the guiderope by instinct to cushion my fall just as the wind gusted and nearly blew me away into the fully fledged blizzard raging around us.
I felt a sudden tug on the rope and looked up. Crouching over me, Dr. Ethan wrapped one of his big, strong arms round my waist. As grateful as I was for the sudden stability, I was even more grateful for our sudden proximity.