Porcupine Ridge wo mögen sie wohl morgen sein

A giggle escaped her soft lips as her gaze turned to her pale legs, checking her every step twice before making it. Slowly but surely, she ascended more, but her right back leg slipped under a moving rock; she quickly regained her composure, but felt ashamed she did not watch her step. A nervous sigh escaped her lips as she murmured “I guess I should watch my steps,” with an annoyed voice.
 
And oh! Rain, lovely rain! Agana continued to climb as the sound of raindrops falling on the cold stone before the girl spoke again; “Yes, I am; yourself?” she did not smell of Diaspora or Uaine Gorsedd, but she did not ever actually visit them to see if she was from any of those two. The argent stopped for a while to catch her breath, as her head turned to the giant trees that filled the vale and welcomed the rain with joy.