“It’s a good day. Don’t come up here when there’s a storm, you can’t see for shit. But when there’s a clear sky—” Astrid sighs happily, content, following Gwenaëlle’s gaze out across the view. “Feels like you can see to eternity.”
The Frostbacks, glittering and crystalline and white, dizzying peaks sprawling beneath their feet, water glinting far far below.
(This part isn’t even particularly exaggerated. This is what home looks like.)
And she goes about untying the rabbits from her hip, depositing them on a nearby flat slab of stone, unsheathing a dagger and reflexively wiping it off on her trousers. That stone has been used over and over and over: it’s browned with old blood stains, chipped from the impact of old axes, a few splinters of old gnawed bone still left behind. A faint acrid smell lingering if you get too close, but the cold crisp air banishes most of it; the mountain still feels fresh and clean, a little dizzying from the altitude.
“We’re closest to the Lady of the Skies here,” she says, an explanatory tone for Morgana.
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The Frostbacks, glittering and crystalline and white, dizzying peaks sprawling beneath their feet, water glinting far far below.
(This part isn’t even particularly exaggerated. This is what home looks like.)
And she goes about untying the rabbits from her hip, depositing them on a nearby flat slab of stone, unsheathing a dagger and reflexively wiping it off on her trousers. That stone has been used over and over and over: it’s browned with old blood stains, chipped from the impact of old axes, a few splinters of old gnawed bone still left behind. A faint acrid smell lingering if you get too close, but the cold crisp air banishes most of it; the mountain still feels fresh and clean, a little dizzying from the altitude.
“We’re closest to the Lady of the Skies here,” she says, an explanatory tone for Morgana.