~*FROST WITCHES*~ The Fjarriauga (Fy - arr - e - aw - ga) Boots crunch over frozen leaves as you venture deep in the wintry woods. The trees extend like bony fingers into a blank sky. Clouds of vapor ghost up from your lips, vanishing into nothing. Each breath stings your lungs. It is so bitter - bitterly cold, as if air itself had claws and teeth. You hear a quiet voice disturb the stillness. “Help me…” The wind carries her words to your ear. For a moment, you wonder if what you h