Nova Peak a mountain in my hand, my hand

A noise accompanied by a figure of ivory appeared above Falwasi, causing her to still with awareness of the potential danger. "Bazi," she hissed quietly, "What are you doing up here?" She for one knew it was precarious to mount this high up the mountain, but she had skirted it anyway. Perhaps the newly-made Alphess had a sweet tooth for pushing the limits like the tawny girl did, but although Falwasi was not selfish, she did not care to share these quiet places.

Their recent encounters had been full of tension when others had not been around, and as Falwasi remembered this she did not adjust her posture but the look of realisation became existent in her eyes. Every relationship owned flaws like cracks or discoloration, but once the plate was broken the pieces could never fit back together.

After a brief of reminiscence, Falwasi sat down, abandoning her thoughts and looked up at her friend with a smile: "How do you like it?"