A soft wind blew down the face of the Sunspire, carrying fat rain drops past Saena as her figure cut upward through it, toward the deepening gloom of the sky above. The temperature was warmer than usual for this time of year, but clouds gathering on the horizon suggested it would dip below freezing come nightfall. The rain would turn to sleet, and sleet to snow, and her vale would no doubt be covered in a layer of airy white when morning rose. But currently, on the cusp of dusk, it was passably warm and the wind was pleasant.
The ascent was also pleasant, a soft rolling slope that ended in a sharp haft of stone spearing up into the belly of the sky. The Sunspire, they called it, and it was so aptly named. Saena had been in these parts once or twice, but back then, a pack had claimed the slopes. Now there was no trace remaining of them, and the gentle inclines were pristine. Saena dipped her nose to sniff gingerly at a clump of tough grass as she strolled past it.
The base of the Sunspire rolled neatly into the vale with hardly any hint of segregation. It was an excellent descent from the higher mountains into her home, and a path well used by cliff-faring ungulates, she was pleased to know. Saena could smell them as she climbed higher: shaggy goats and sleek sheep of the stone. If she squinted, she could still make them out, dotting the sheer cliffs high above, through the thin rain and darkening air. They climbed significantly better than any wolf ever could. Even Saena's rolling prowl could not carry her so efficiently, she noted, as one jumped up a seemingly straight mountain wall. She pricked her ears and grinned a wolfish grin as she beat a path nearer to the Sunspire's division, where she might observe them more closely.
The ascent was also pleasant, a soft rolling slope that ended in a sharp haft of stone spearing up into the belly of the sky. The Sunspire, they called it, and it was so aptly named. Saena had been in these parts once or twice, but back then, a pack had claimed the slopes. Now there was no trace remaining of them, and the gentle inclines were pristine. Saena dipped her nose to sniff gingerly at a clump of tough grass as she strolled past it.
The base of the Sunspire rolled neatly into the vale with hardly any hint of segregation. It was an excellent descent from the higher mountains into her home, and a path well used by cliff-faring ungulates, she was pleased to know. Saena could smell them as she climbed higher: shaggy goats and sleek sheep of the stone. If she squinted, she could still make them out, dotting the sheer cliffs high above, through the thin rain and darkening air. They climbed significantly better than any wolf ever could. Even Saena's rolling prowl could not carry her so efficiently, she noted, as one jumped up a seemingly straight mountain wall. She pricked her ears and grinned a wolfish grin as she beat a path nearer to the Sunspire's division, where she might observe them more closely.
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You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along - by Saēna - November 14, 2016, 10:27 PM
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RE: You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along - by Saēna - December 03, 2016, 11:24 AM
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