High Places

Winter still had its clutches tight around here, but Legacy could feel the season’s shift toward Spring, even as her breath puffed white in the air as she followed the trail along its wending path up the cliff’s back side. Both Taliesyn and Ardyn had mentioned seeing some plants that might be good herbs to collect – maybe even take some roots home to propagate.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, so the Valhallan Nomad had made her way northward. The peak with its waterfall soaring from a great height, was a well-known place to Valhalla; she’d not been there when Nolan had been a member, but he’d been well-loved and mourned. It was his grave that rested at the bottom of the cliff.

Legacy crested at last and drew in a deep, icy breath, letting it out with a great plume of steam as she made her way to the side of the waterfall’s source, gazing out toward the lands that lay south of the falls. It wasn’t the highest place on the continent, but it was still spectacular.

Once she caught her breath, Legacy bent and drank, taking her time to avoid the brain freeze that would come from such cold water drunk too fast.

Finally, she turned her eyes to scan the mostly dormant shrubs and foliage at the cliff-top, tongue ticking in thought as he black-backed ears swiveled to catch the sounds of an early morning day.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think