Porcupine Ridge wo mögen sie wohl morgen sein

—@Agana

a rear limb slips out from under her, and for a moment her heart beats tightly against her chest as she scrabbles for a foothold. the sylph surges upward, finally finding stability, sides heaving as she regains her breath. when the rush of adrenaline is faded, she continues on, threading her way up the ridge. it is not the pat hshe'd taken last time, and hardly as easy, but she is determined despite the drizzle; the chance for the stars to be glimpsed through the thinning clouds is incentive enough.