The Winds and The Gales

The wind only seemed to pick up as they made their way into the gorge, whipping at her coat without showing signs of mercy. The cold was something Kiela was accustomed to, though still she braced herself against its barrage. "Not your fault," she assured her quickly. "I didn't expect it either." Usually valleys and landscapes like this were a bit more protected from the elements, but not always; sometimes these sorts of places had a way of making whether more unpredictable and dangerous. As long as they found shelter before the storm set in fully she was sure they'd be fine, but she didn't want to be caught down here int he worst of it. Gauging her options was something she was used to, and sometimes it was best to take the safest route rather than one that looked possible but not likely.

Fortunately Jynn spotted something up ahead. It was a crack in the stone, big enough for them both to fit, although not comfortably. Living as a loner though wasn't always a comfortable life and Kiela nodded, understanding their predicament. "Might be safest if we hang around here until the storm comes. Being caught in it, trying to climb back up... I'm not so sure," she trailed off, deciding it wasn't a great idea. It was always easier to descend something than it was to make their way back up, and the darkening skies seemed to be creeping their way, the threat of snow imminent now. She gave her legs a stretch as she paced near the edge of the rock facing, getting a better look at the terrain here and occasionally letting her gaze drift up to the sides of the gorge, searching for an emergency escape route back up if somehow it proved necessary.