Hushed Willows my bones are headstones, darling

the mountains had always been her home. her pads had long been calloused from walking up and down stony slopes, her muscles and lungs well suited to the high-elevation. she enjoyed her time in the high spires and peaks, but there came a time when the little valleys that she enjoyed looking down on looked more interesting than her mountains. only for a brief amount of time, however. but she followed her instincts and slid down the slopes of the sunspire mountains to the northern lands.

the valleys below were no different than the ones high above, but she enjoyed the different. the tranquility was a definite boon; no annoying teens here— wait. Airi frowned at the boy laying prone in the woods, seemingly asleep. she sneered at his incompetence, and approached, snorting to wake him. Nē!