Duskfire Glacier and down goes the hatchet on the chopping block 'cus i love you like a mountain

She would lead, mindful of icy slopes and snowed in cracks of the land. Higher, higher, higher, higher. Although they never truly seem closer to the color waves in the sky they are almost better viewed here. Standing on some ledge that had stood strong longer than pehaps either of them had walked the earth.

Despite a desire to call him close to her side, she does not think that he is far. He had followed and she knew he would take a rightful place next to her to gaze over the little land they had conquered in their patch of travel. It was a lovely view — a lovely sensation — to view the cold below them and be one with whatever winter silence had settled.