Northstar Vale Moonage Dream

Norah was daughter of a Forest Queen and thus this was the place she felt best and most at home. No matter, where her travels might lead her, give her a spruce, fir or sequoia and she would be happy. Mountains - on the other hand - had always loomed in the distance. Ever present, faraway, mystical. Helga had told about the sleeping rock giants, when Norah had been small enough to still believe such nonsense. But as she grew up, she retained one thing - utmost respect to the Mother Earth's creations.

And now - out of pure curiousity - she had decided to tread a quite comfortable and what appeared to be safe mountain path. Now and then she stopped to admire the view and tell, how far she had got along the way. Her prize came in a form of a valley, nestled between two opposing mountains. Having caught scent of pika and wishing to get out of the winds, Norah left the path and entered the place. There, however, the first thing she met was neither the small rodents, nor yeti, but a lone traveller just like her. 

She stopped at a distance and watching him through narrowed eyes in silence.