Silvertip Mountain holy holy

She'd felt inclined to leave the territory again, wandering farther this time. Perhaps it was the constant worry of war, the haunting emptiness of the territory, the feeling that somehow she didn't quite fit with the rest of them. Whatever the case, she'd patrolled hastily, to at least feel as if she'd contributed in some way, before slipping back out of the borders. It was not along the coast that she meandered today; rather, the turned inland. She slipped betwixt the rocky crags and foothills of the mountain, a kind of serenity alone with the snow-dusted rocks. 

The cry of an erne had the sylph pause, falling still to watch the bird as it angled above the rocks, circling once before twisting to glide towards the sea. When it had vanished into the bleached-white sky, she hoisted herself up a steep ridge and continued her gradual climb upward and onward. What she wouldn't give to see the world as the erne saw it, so small and insignificant, and yet complex and vast. She supposed she could only imagine it, or, she could scale the mountain before her and see the coast spread out as the eagle did. 

Glimmer of excitement in her chest, the girl gained experience traversing the rocks, steps growing quicker, ascent rapid. Trees, gnarled and rugged, began to poke from the rocky earth, and soon the steepness turned somewhat level, the ascent easy now. Slipping through the barren trees, twisting back once to see the view obscured - she'd have to go higher - the girl was distracted only by the faintest splash in the otherwise silent mountainside. Altering her course, Dalia moved across the incline rather than up it, slipping betwixt the trees until the woman was revealed. She was beautiful; made of ash and bone, earthy. The girl made to approach a few more steps before falling still, tail wafting at her hocks in appeasement, ears pressed forward atop her crown.