And so came
a flame and her shadow

"Who are you?"

Under the blast of four furnace eyes, Guille sat with the irreverence
of a backwater waif forced to hike miles uphill from the swamp to parlay.

"...I'm Guille, your neighbor - of which you seem to have many of..."

Three recent borders had been forming in the divots and channels between mountains. 

These borders were comparatively ancient, sowing sigils in the wind
which only seemed to find noses always pointed up and out towards the horizon.

Guille was familiar with none, doomed to one, and she considered a place here in the cold, thin atmosphere tempered by these northmen's igneous pelts. 

"Though you..."

With a squint and a curled lip, she saw the second scout.

"two... don't care to be bothered from this lonely peak?"