Third Step

Arató · 08-12-2024, 09:49 PM

It was a beautiful sight which met them at the top of the path. The frozen wasteland stretched out to surround them in an array of cold, desolate, and equally stunning furrows and peaks. The sun fractured off of the sea of ice with a nearly blinding intensity. Seeing as they were on slightly more level ground now, Arató slipped past his newfound friend to approach the edge of their glacier. He sat himself here with his fiery tail swaying behind him. Silver eyes closed as his nose lifted into the chill of the breeze. It smelled clean up here, not much like anything other than cold. He wasn't sure he liked the emptiness of it. It was almost too clean, too empty perhaps. Yet he was not alone in it. "We made it," he repeated, opening his eyes and looking towards the pale doe. "Does it please you, maiden?"

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