Mount Everfall for when she wakes, she will move mountains

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The world seems to be a different place in the wake of the famine months ago. It has regained much of its former glory—most of which she does not remember—and there are parts Ksenia does not recognize without the lack of damage. However, the further south she travels, not a thing seems familiar and she can’t help but wonder if she’d gone farther than she had the last time she’d been here. It does not stop her, keeping her forward without the company of either of her companions. They’ve been given a few days rest and solid meals and the world already seems a little brighter; however, the winter is upon them, as evident in the snow beneath her feet. There are still patches of green but the air is cold enough to spark a few flakes and the further up the mountain she goes, the chance seems all the more likely.

Blood catches her attention and she swings her head ‘round to see another not far from her. She’d stumbled upon the other without first noting and her lip lifts in irritation. A growl rumbles in her chest, low, but the vibration steadies her as she takes a step forward with narrowed, pale eyes.

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