Northstar Vale ᶜˡᵐˑ ono alyë eterúna me illumë ilya raxellor

The Sunspire Mountains; the first place she explored on her arrival. It felt surreal to be back here, back to the start, back to where it all began. It was.. somewhat familiar. Agana was in the front part of the group, keeping Kukutux close to her body, not too far from Andraste.

On their way to the vale, there was a strangely familiar river. When a pebble fell into the water, it came to her; the gorge. When she fell, and (almost) drowned. Agana shook her head, vision falling anywhere but down.

The Vale was indeed beautiful; a sanctuary between the cold mountains. Golden gaze could not settle on one view at a time, curiosity at it’s highest. The woman trusted the silver shall lead them to a safer home, and she was glad she made this decision. It was not mindless, this choice; even if at first, it might seem.

Diaspora; the silver mentioned this name before, with a specific Mahler she does not know. She needed someone to attain to Diaspora, and if it was needed, Agana was willing to offer herself.

Her focus went to her counterpart, Kukutux, with her rabbit skin on her petite frame, padding further into the Vale.