Moonspear boss of me

Attention: @Jarilo
Weather: 29˚—Partly Cloudy. Foggy starting this evening.

 
Clover's expectations had been exceeded—Moonspear's peak was formidable, and she couldn't help but stare. "He wasn't kidding," Clover mused to herself, recalling the fondness in which @Jarilo had spoken about his home. Although impressive, Clover did not gawk for too long. She was here for a reason, and her nerves would not let her forget that. What she felt was foreign; Clover was a self-assured individual, unaccustomed to the sensation of having butterflies in her belly.

With her throat tightened by her nervousness, Clover tipped her head back and called for Jarilo, hoping that he was around.