Porcupine Ridge I'm leaving here tomorrow for a place I don't exist

Luck did not find her that day; her path away from the pesky mountains had been blocked by an icy river, too wide to cross. She'd looked to and fro, trying to find a way around, but the pair of fluttering faeries were trapped. Lumiya did not have a death wish, therefore she turned 'round and ascended once again. Darn you, fate. She complained under her breath, nearly losing her balance at multiple points due to tired muscles and weakening spirits.

Eventually - she had no idea how long it had taken them - they reached a ridge. The wind was not much colder as it had been during her journey, thus she found this a good place to rest. The stranger went unnoticed, all sounds drowned out by the never-wavering mountain gale and her sight blocked by the snowflakes stuck in her lashes. Loinnir hooted, impatient and trembling, but the fae wasn't in the mood to condemn him for vocalizing his annoyance.