Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

@Silaluk - this was the only place i saw her

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The thirst of a wanderer had carried the young storm-chaser much further than it ever had before. She had completely left the confines of her pack and the family that dwelled within it. After a point, Thyri was trailing further and further away just to prove that she was not bound. She had ventured past the point of her previous travels and had carried herself miles beyond it. It was not until she saw the length of the mountain that she realized just how far she had truly gone. The world was beautiful outside of Sleeping Dragon, and there was no fear in this inner admittance to herself. The child of the storm would not reprimand herself for an emotion that had played devilish thoughts throughout her mind for a short while.
 
With an ambitious leap, Thyri found herself beginning a climb upward. The mountain was far too dangerous for her to go too far, but she ushered her limbs to move forward and onward… and upward. She climbed until she found herself at a dangerous gap and a glance beside her suggested that if she were to miss the leap, she would fall to her death without a moment of hesitation. Heart thrumming wildly, the dragon huffed a plume of her fears into the air and darted forward, feeling her body take wind. As her paws struck the other side, she felt herself lose footing and stumbled forward, crunching into the stone that ensured she had made it to the opposite side.
 
Though pain shot through her limbs, she glanced back with a satisfied curling of her inky lips. She was certain that Freyja would have turned back when presented with such a challenge. The dangers of the mountain seemed to rouse a fire within her and she threw her head back to release a triumphant half-howl.  

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