It was easy to lose herself in thought as she took in the ambience of the temperate abyss before her. The humidity hung thick in the air with a heaviness that settled in her lungs at each inhale- generally making it seem warmer than it actually was. It condensed and glistened on the surface of the leaves that collected it. Droplets will roll off just to be caught by another leaf inches below. And from her vantage point, she was actually looking down on treetops that were rooted in the valley below. While she was quiet in her observations, the forest was not. However, she did not expect it to speak back to her.
The voice- while trying not to startle her- did, in fact, startle her. Cassiela pushed herself away from the edge in retreat at the sudden surprise. Though, when nothing pursued her, she tentatively made her way back to the edge. The charcoal fae looked straight down this time and was met with the small frame of a wolf that was patchwork in pattern, containing an array of colors. Colors that she had since been desensitized to from the accommodations made for her at Valhalla. “What on earth are you doing down there?” Cassiela’s astonishment and disbelief ever present in the tone of her voice. “Do you need help?” She asked, quickly following up her first question in case he truly was stuck. Surely he did not mean to be scaling the cliffside of a drop as steep as that one.
