The Sunspire The upswing

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He regarded her in ease with a dip of his head. Ame's perception, although still largely tuned into him, began to settle to the scenery. She now considered herself familiar with all of the borderlands and a good portion of the mountainside. Of course, there were vistas that evaded her, such as ones that were not so easy to find (nearer to the summit or example) or had just been overlooked so far. She knew all the major landmarks and borders well, as it was where much of her time was spent.

He provided his observation. Ame snorted softly, and before she even drew a deep breath herself, she knew what sort of stink she was going to find. It is the Swiftcurrent Creek pests, she said with an accompanying low growl. They see it fit to do this, or attempt to mark our borders. If you find them, run them off, she said with eyes narrowing into the neutral terrain beyond. They had exhausted her patience and she would not expect the other members to show them any mercy. In fact, she wished them to show their might without question.

I am Ame, she responded. His name was simple too. You have only just joined very recently, correct? she asked.