Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Quietly observant, Arachne listened to Talyssa's words as she glanced up at the formidable cliff, her eyes tracing the chalk-marked routes. "Foot placement and balance," she muttered under her breath, committing it to memory. Her silver-grey coat blended into the landscape, making her almost seem part of it.

Having found a flat stone to sit upon, she took a few moments to watch and absorb as Talyssa demonstrated the right technique. She observed her mentor's actions with a focused gaze, noting how Talyssa shifted her weight and placed her feet on the rocky surface. Her blue-silver eyes reflected the determination and resolve that glinted in Talyssa's own, a tender testament to her studious nature.

"Arachne Klein"