listen to the singing wind

Gwyn followed at Mercury's side as they made their way from Auster into Boreas and eventually found what seemed to be the epicenter of whatever was occurring. Instinctually she shifted closer to his side as they walked, her ears flicking back at the unsettling howling that Mercury uncertainly named the wind. "Yeah... the wind," she agreed, not wanting to even let herself assume that it could possibly be anything else. Her head tipped back to look up toward the top of the tall spires around them, her brows knitting together as she studied the landscape. "It's odd... Terrain like this should have taken years and years to form naturally..." she mused thoughtfully, her eyes tracing the old crags and rocks of the eerie territory. "Far longer than we've been alive at the very least. But this wasn't here before... was it?" She looked to Mercury for an answer to that. She hardly ventured out of the Hallows' lands and certainly hadn't been through Boreas in quite some time. It was very possible that she had never been through this stretch of continent before and just hadn't heard about this place somehow.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"