High Places

The clearing around the mouth of the waterfall was relatively wide, and she could see it being a lovely spot to camp out for a few nights during the summer. No doubt it would be wonderful for star mapping at night.

She barely had a chance to spot the man before he piped up. Her quick wits allowed her to not react in shock, but her black-painted brow points still popped up in surprise as the unexpected company approached, grinning like a fool.

Her brows relaxed as she offered a cheerful smile that still felt a little forced, though not from the man’s appearance… it was just rusty from disuse. The man prattled and chattered, but he didn’t press into her personal space, and her gut said he wasn’t a threat to her. He was simply on the different side of things.

“Spring is one of a healer’s favorite seasons, for certain. It gives us a chance to restore our reserves of supplies, plant new seeds and bring our other plants out into the sunshine to thrive.”

Usually. The Long Night had been one spring she would never stop hating.

She took a better look at him, noting his many scars and burns that riddled his silver timbered frame. He was harnessed with black in markings that were almost like her own, but in a far more naturalistic pattern.

He dwarfed her twenty-five-inch frame easily, but she wasn’t intimidated by the size comparison. When you were her size, you got used to nearly everyone being taller than you.

“I am Legacy Ancora of Valhalla; it’s nice to meet you…” her Brogue-laden words trailed in the typical inquiring manner, head tipping slightly as she regarded him, ears up.

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