Thorvald’s Wyrd 101
When Thorvald felt air, he began to hope again. It proved long and difficult, beginning with only one hand, to dig himself free of the ice. At every moment, he feared the sorcerer might shake the Mountain again, burying him so deep even the gods couldn’t see him.
But a second avalanche never came.
He had nothing to mark the time between pushing his frozen hand into the air and shoving enough ice aside to reveal the sky, but the stars moved an eighth turn before he managed to pull himself from the hole and turn an angry gaze upslope.