Frostfire Ridge blood

@Wintersbane

There was no doubt that the view from up here was a great distraction and a beautiful getaway. No matter how many years you spend on a Mountain it never seemed to get old. The view was always different and you could always feel like there was more to the world than what you had seen or experienced. For the company that had found it's way to her, she was pleased. Not only because he was quite handsome but because he had potentially chosen this place to venture to as well. His strides didn't express this ridge as a pass-by to an otherwise sealed destination so she hoped that her assumption of enjoying it's view was correct.

Stella understood the danger of standing close to the edge. It would only take a single push from the dark stranger to send her reeling into the air and downwards, thanks to gravity. He didn't, though. Instead he placed himself somewhat near to her and regarded the landscape in front of them confidently. Strategic value... his words automatically pinged him as something official. As though he were analyzing its pros and cons for something that was coming or had already. It's beautiful. The view from a mountain has never left me disappointed. Throughout her family line, she had been told that prior to her own birth home the family had always made it their perogative to live on the mountains. Something about its altitude being in their blood, so to speak. That living somewhere else was taboo to their lifestyle. I'm Stella. And you are? Because this was probably the best question she could ask for now that wasn't too intrusive.