A storm of this size and magnitude was the work of several fae together. The truth was, I probably could counter it, but not without causing a disaster. I could put a lot of power behind my elements, but it made them so much harder to control. I had lost control before. I had no desire to repeat that.
The only other option was to wait it out. The closest shelter I had was hours away. Our blood would be frozen in our veins by then. All I could think to do was tunnel there. It would be more complicated than my tunnel out of the Seelie village though. The hobs knew how to navigate there. I hoped they would know of a way for us to get through.
The others followed me without a single objection. If that meant they trusted me again, I could not help but think they had picked the wrong moment. This plan was far from foolproof. It was hardly even a plan. I was going to try to avoid crushing the hobs and then beg for their assistance. The hobs may only know a path wide enough for hob-sized creatures to get through. They could simply say no and refuse to help at all. I had no back up if this did not work.
They would not say no. I had to believe it. We would get to shelter. We would best the Seelie again. We could not be defeated by the cold. Eric and I agreed on something. That had to mean it was true.
A branch broke from the weight of the snow. It nearly landed on Eric. I pulled him out of the way just in time. Thankfully, his shock only lasted a second before he focused on running again.
We would make it.
I chanted it in time with my steps. We would make it and wait it out. The Seelie could not keep this going forever. They would ruin their land if they tried. I wondered if they had spread this into UnSeelie territory as well. If so, the UnSeelie would not take it lightly. The UnSeelie would also know something was going on here. There would be even more fae for us to avoid. I hated the Seelie at times like this. They had a knack for making everything so inconvenient.