A cold blast of wind hit her hard as Nymphadora's body appeared in the snow storm. Lifting up her arms, shielding her body from frozen particles falling from the sky, Nymphadora let out an icy breath, furrowing her brow as she pushed the wind back. Her hands were already becoming numb, the cold temperature hitting her body suddenly. Shivering, her mind finding it hard to hold the wind as bay, she tried to stop it completely, forcing back the weather. She could handle the wind, as it was her element, but the ice that stuck her stung her flesh, causing her body temperature to drop drastically.
Forcing a shield of air around her body to help prevent the chunks of ice from striking her, Nymphadora looked down at her body. She was poorly dressed for this, her normal attire showing off more skin that one might have on a hot day. She'd aimed for the Ao coast, looking for... what was it? She couldn't even remember. There was nothing here, and this certainly wasn't where she'd wanted to end up. Shaking her head, Nymphadora moved forward, trudging though the layers of snow covering the earth. Slipping slightly, her mind lost its focus as she tried not to fall, allowing her shield to dissipate, the cold hard ice hitting her body yet again.
Whatever she'd come here for, whatever cause her port to malfunction, if she stayed much longer without the proper clothing, she'd loose consciousness. Closing her eyes, thinking of the first place that entered her mind, Nymphadora attempted to teleport away. In an instant, her body disappeared from the icy environment, leaving behind a white puff of smoke, which was quickly blown away with the renewed wind.
Not more then a moment passed, Nymphadora reappeared, several yards away, her knees buckling beneath her as she crashed into the snow. Wrapping her arms around her chest, trying to keep in the warmth, her once pink skin pale and blotched, Nymphadora looked around her with confusion, her entire body shaking violently. This isn't right... Why...? Putting out her hand's, as hard as it was to do so, Nympahdora tried to put up her forcefield once more. The storm was too much for her to control now. The first time, had she put everything she had into it, she might have been able, but she couldn't now. She was weakened from the cold.
Moving her wings to wrap around her body for shelter, Nymphadora's eyes lit up slightly. She might not be able to port, but she could fly out of here. She wasn't full Anyeli, but she had enough power to fly fast enough to get out of the storm. Lifting her wings, using all her might to push up from the ground, Nymphadora slowly stood. Her wings felt like icicles, and her muscles weak. But it was her only hope.
Thrusting hard, she pushed herself from the ground, gaining air slowly, her feet touching down several times before they cleared completely. Eyes half closed as she flew through the storm, snow blasting her in the face as she went, Nymphadora tried to shield it the best she could, with what little power she had left. Before long, her ability to do both faltered, and her shield died. Breathing hard, her wings frozen and on fire at the same time, Nymphadora felt her muscles begin to give out, dropping her dramatically toward the ground several feet. Catching herself, thrusting her wings so hard she'd swear they'd break, everything before her faded in and out. Blinking, trying to fight whatever was taking hold of her, her body fell another few feet, until there was nothing she could do to correct herself. Within moments, Nymphadora collided with a passing wall of ice, her body crashing into it with such force her wing snapped and shoulder popped from its socket. Laying in a heap under a cascade of ice and snow, Nymphadora lost conciousness, broken and bleeding in The Ceracen Islands