The Sunspire There's a boy who is so wonderful

@Rannoch / @Liffey / @Terance

The young prince made his way through the frosted lands. His warm palette stood out significantly in the dreadful colors of late winter/early spring, something he much enjoyed. Pink pearls slid over the landscape, obsidian nose inhaling the smell of the place. No, he didn't want to stay low here. But, over there, right there, there were mountains! And a prince like himself deserved a spot on it, he found. It did not come to mind that he had never climbed a mountain before.

It started off great, like most things. But then the mountain got more mountain-y and slippery. Regal feet slipped and found footing, over and over and over - The prince got sick of it quite quickly. But he was no quiter (unfortunately, most would comment). Even worse was the smell of pack - or was it? honestly, he had traveled for a few days now (2, to be exact, but that was 2 too many) and the pampered poodle had become rather tired of wandering.

Therefore, the prince threw his lion-like head into his neck, calling out to whatever peasant ruled the peaks of this particular mountain.