Moonspear the light, the fight, the quiet.

the greeting is familiar; she thinks at once of Praimfaya. "hei," she returns, softer. at her question, comes a shake of her head no. "it is beautiful," she admits, gaze tracing the view. and so big. she feels small upon the mountain, as small as she'd felt all those weeks wandering alone. she blinked; she did not want to think about it, not now. 

the girl is unfamiliar, pretty. "have you been there before? the ocean?" she questions, sharply curious. she'd been warned away once, by a peculiar, grey-furred woman during the shaking. "it's dangerous, girl. not what it was. the sea will swallow you and clean your bones if you go now." it had been enough to deter her at the time, but from here - how could it be dangerous.