Thunder Dome from the art of mirrors

The clouds gathered curiously here, roiling and churning at the mount's peak, pulling him from his own. It was good to get away now, after he met with @Solpallur upon the summit of the Watch, good to release everything from his chest that had been weighing so heavy upon him and get his brother's opinions. Stepping away this night would allow him a break, a breather, and so he made the journey to the peak where lightning gathered and struck over and over.

There was another drawn here, it seemed. The color of her fur became fire under the flash of lightning, the wind ruffling her pelt to make that fire and flame dance along her form. Quietly, he strode close, drawing up alongside the woman so that they both peered to the dangerous peak. Odin must not like the mountain, He voiced, glancing sidelong at her.