everywhere just lonely places

From one mountain to the next, they were all starting to look the same. Still, Björn⁢ more than understands the concept of a good vantage point. Climbing up Waterfall Peak is no small task, but he takes it slow. Takes it steady. Placing one foot in front of the other, and making sure to mind just how slick the rocks could get. Though he's far enough from the water feature to not feel its spray on his coat, the humidity is still particularly intense up here. Mind the gaps, mind the slick spots. Mind the mosses beneath his feet, because there's no telling just how firmly they've taken hold of the rocks.

Tired by the time he reaches the top, Björn⁢ turns to take in the scenery. Pretty. Serene. It's quiet, aside from the distant song of birds and the rustling of small prey in the undergrowth. The boy rests heavily against a tree for a long moment, resting after his climb to the top. For as much as he'd been born to the mountains, this was steeper than he's accustomed to. Around him, the sunlight starting to fade around the edges. Slipping away, it would be evening soon.

"Björn"