Sunspire Mountains ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

their existence on the mountains is simple, as was her shallow life at the Hollow, but far better because @Aditya is in it. she does not know strictly what they are to each other, but she is content in the ease of not knowing, for now. she knows that he is all of her family that is left. there is Sunny, yes, but he has made his own happiness, his own family, and she will not insert herself into his life unless prompted. and so that leaves him - never has she doubted her love for him, but his forgiveness, and hers, has severed ties between them bound into place by emotions and debts unrealized. 

perhaps, in some other story, it would be now that the lovers part. forgiven and come to truce, the air between them untainted. not this one, though. not yet. 

Dawn faces the coming morn from the top of a gently sloping cliff, and the cold settles even in her thick mantle. the sky is bathed in all those soft colours, the gentle prelude to another day of hunting and climbing. and yet—there is a sharpness to that morning, a heat that gathers and pushes up against her skin, an instinctual yearning for something she can not immediately name. the huntress shifts her weight, breath billowing out in twin spires of mist.