Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

wardruna's sight is beginning to become hindered by the (rapidly) darkening sky, the storm and the blinding flashes of lightning when it strikes have him at a clear disadvantage. he frowns at the turn of weather and wishes that he'd brought sif or poet with him. he hadn't, however, and he must revert to relying on himself ( admittedly, he's become a bit spoiled by his wives ). he glimpses her over as lightening strikes somewhere in the distance behind his back, taking advantage of the illumination. she doesn't appear to be injured from the quick once over he manages before the landscape around them fades back into a shroud of impending darkness once more. wardruna does not notice her looking him over. he feels pin-prickles along his skin, suspects that she might be assessing him — he expects an assessment, at any rate, it strikes him as natural because it's what he does upon first meeting a stranger. he searches, in vain, for something that might make decent shelter but it would appear that the trees only attract the unpredictable lightening. his original intention came to the forefront of his mind. "maybe the mountain will offer shelter." he suggests to her, glimpsing down at her from the corner of his good eye for a reaction. they'd be heading in opposite directions though and suddenly he isn't so sure that it would. still, it struck him as being better than hanging around here where they were little more than sitting ducks for the next strike.