Talk:Yeti/@comment-25619592-20141122064105/@comment-25750644-20141123160551

I try to control the shivering of my body, trying and failing to not look weak before the yeti but its no use. I can feel my sister beside my, shivering less than me, a bad sign. So, I did something that I have only done very few times before in my short life: I swallowed my pride and asked for help,"Ma'am, would you take please help us, we've been stuck in this blizzard for hours and we've no shelter. Can you find it in your heart to take pity on us and if not us both just my sister. I would die happily knowing that she lives.", tears freeze on my eyes as, through chattering lips, I beg to her. I can hear my sister sobbing beside me.

I look into her eyes and do not wait long for as she embraces us both, filling us with a warmth that I had not thought possible in this weather, recieving a silent answer. At that moment I thanked whatever gods that be for taking pity on two people like my sister and I as we follow close behind the yeti to her lair, not a wonderful prospect but if it means my sister lives, and to a lesser extent me, I take joy in it.