Mount Everfall wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait

His eyes narrowed as Stjornauti passed him by to lead.

"Og þú fylgir mér enn bróðir," he remarked just as sharply, a glimmer of teeth flickering behind his dark lips. “Nú held ég að ég fylgi slæmum smekk þínum,” he went on to comment with a trailing smirk.

It was all for fun and nothing more, though he felt temptation to snag his pale companion's hide between his jaws. But his love of roughhousing only went so far; to spurn themselves into mock combat would be too dangerous here. Later, he decided. Later Stjonauti would pay for his verbal crimes.

Their commentary was only a momentary distraction from the task at hand, though the flimsy little forest along it’s gravelly ridge would be easy to cross and clear. They would reach the thicker, more stout woods after that he decided… unless something else guided them away. Solpallur knew they still had the waterfalls to consider and their flow further downhill—the rivers he had seen, and their tributaries beyond.