Nova Peak to commandeer one of these ships

After so much stress, Chacal needed a day to roam, and stretch her legs. She'd eyed the mountain that grew in the misty distance from her home for some time now, and finally decided that she would take a trip out, and see what Dragoncrest looked like from a higher altitude. She was familiar with the route- it was as though she was heading to the Glacier, to visit an old friend...But stopping to climb the mountain along the way. 

She slipped away during the night, travelling toward the mountain and beginning her ascent just as morning began to threaten on the Eastern horizon. Nothing more than a faint, hazy glow of light for now, but she could see just as well with the moonlight. The air was cool, and thin, even in the forested part of the base. She could smell cedar and evergreen; it was refreshing, after breathing in salty sea air for so long. She gave herself a moment to pause, breathe it in, and enjoy it. 

And in the moment of silence she took, she heard the crunching of footsteps on the cold earth. Spent leaves and dried ferns made little room for discretion. She ducked behind a tree and glanced past it, revealing as little of herself as possible as she sought out the other figure in the darkness, and could barely make out his outline. He was dark, especially in the shadows. But she thought she saw a fairness in his expression that proclaimed no demons.

She padded out from behind the tree she'd used as shelter, and uttered a soft, little laugh. "Be you climbin' for de sunrise?" She lilted. "'Tis quite a view, for any eyes."