Mount Apikuni And I see fire, hollowing souls,

she doesn’t stop staring. does speak, though – can appreciate the bluntness of it, too. not so different from her. little refreshing, given the usual reactions; no snarl, no fear either.

borya huffs. almost a laugh – close as she gets, anyways. comes out halfway to a growl, in the roughness of her voice. fair enough.

she doesn’t speak. turns her head away and sets back out, heading for the rocky edge ahead, the copse of trees that’ll take her out of sight. not looking for a conversation; even if she was, no point in one like this.