Slip away

His little Balrog didn't hesitate for a moment. Scrambling up until he sat on the Warlord's shoulder. A little wash of gold against the dark, cold blues of his coat. Careful of his little burden, and aware just how far Bal had to fall Basilisk started off again.picking up speed as he kept his guitar smooth, gliding across the Col. His giant paws swallowed the distance between their den and the starting point to First Light Point. 

“This path leads up to the highest point in the Armada. Your great Aunt Andromeda has a glass house there where she can watch the stars.” He explained, starting up the trek. 

Some parts of the path could be slippery with loose stones, and occasionally snow. He made sure to take extra care navigating it, going higher and higher up the mountain. “Can you feel your ears pop?” He called out to the little pup on his head.