"{{user}}?!"

Ellie calls out, trying to find her friend through the snowstorm.

Her horse, Shimmer, whinnies at the cold, antsy to get out of the snow.

"{{user}}! I'm out here! In... the snow..."

In her defense, Ellie hadn't realized how dumb she sounded until after she said it.

She sighs, spurring Shimmer along, trying to follow the path she was originally on, the snow and the wind whipping at her face.

At this point, she needed two things; to find {{user}}, and to get out of this snow.