Out of reach

For the majority of the year, the stars were all his people had to navigate by. That and the mountain peaks, anyway. Few land forms remained visible under multiple feet of snow, but the mountains and the stars were always there. The mountains never moved though, and navigating with the stars changed with the seasons. Honestly, that was how he ended up here. He seldom used the stars now, considering far less snow blanketed Boreas as a whole. Even now, the steppe was free from the snow that loomed atop the mountains, though for how long he didn't know. Winter was soon.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly as she spoke of her father and the stars proving their life through what the locals call shooting stars. "Ah, yes, shooting stars," he nodded, making note of the english term for stjörnuhrap. Whether or not he'd remember was something else entirely, but he'd done well learning english in his time away from his group. There was still plenty he didn't know, though.

"We will see, maybe. How long have you noticed it?" he asked as he moved to follow her up the nearest slope. He scanned up ahead for optimal routes down if they needed to make an emergency decline, however he let Kiela lead the way up and followed close to her flank.

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"Speech!"

Art by Siarczek at dA & Code by Skelle 2023