Sawtooth Spire tip of the iceberg

lmao poor wylla sounds like merlin from finding nemo

it was a quiet start.

was.

the small eisen was incredibly shaken up, her jittered and panicked question shoving its way into gracious' ears. the behemoth woman looked dumbfounded for only a moment but soon shook her head vigoursly and clearly. gracious didn't exactly know what size the child was meant to be and who she was exactly on the look out for besides a male.

"woah woah, slow down a minute!" the snowdrift female exclaimed, feeling her weight shift back in the sudden injection of a conversation. "i haven't seen anyone today except for you," she started off as she drew closer to wylla, "i'm sure your son can't be too far away. panicking won't help you in this situation. breathe. we're going to find him." 

reassurance could only go so far with a mother. gracious knew telling others to calm down sometimes did the opposite. however, she would have to remain strong in this belief, wylla tearing through the mountain would only cause stones to be left unturned in a flurry of worrisome emotions. gracious would need to try her best to keep this woman steady, even if it means getting snapped at.