Alpine Lake Hanging memories on the high line poles

it had been a nice journey, save the shadow of undersea following him like a pair of eyes, everywhere he went. maybe that was why he turned away from the coast, today, trekking instead to the mainland--a place he so often loathed. well, no. loathed wasn't the correct word; it certainly wasn't to his preference, though.

with a short farewell to dawn, adi trotted south, toward the mountains. he'd seen this range up close on his two separate visits to moonspear, but even on his third viewing, the crags were still daunting--much higher than the ones that had cradled the plateau. this was a smaller slope, and he ascended it well, only puffing a little as he came to a beautiful clear lake.

licking slightly dry lips, aditya bent and lapped at the water, grateful to end his thirst. it wasn't long, though, before he felt on edge, and knew he was not alone. his eyes landed upon a burly male, dozing in the sun, not so far away from where he stood.

with a wary chuff, aditya waited for the man to open his eyes, after which he'd give the stranger a polite nod. perhaps even introductions could be made.