Dragoncrest Cliffs The world and her place in it were nothing and she understood that

At this altitude and at the mercy of the ocean's breath breaking through the stripped trees, even Rosencrantz could feel the chill in the air despite his Northern blood. Though it caused no discomfort, it was a stark contrast to the chill found in the moors previously, or on the plateau before that. Between here and the plateau the archangel had no preference, it was all a matter of making this new lands once again something familiar to call home so long as the wives chose to bunker here.

As he wandered the rocky terrain, one of the youths caught his eye. Their eyes turned to the sky almost questioningly as the snow fell in a slow waltz descending from the heavens. It had been far too long since he had that same curiosity, and so, her uncertainty of it had gone over his head. Instead, Rosencrantz found himself looking up in the same general direction of which she was looking into wondering what in the world she could be staring at.