The Sunspire skyscape

In the recent weeks, Jomyo covered the chain of mountainous terrain in depth, ranging south first, then circling back. She roved beyond some the peaks some, to its valleys, and the forested foothills. Though winter persisted around her, she was an experienced voyager, who knew to be careful to search out safe passage.. or change course if necessary. She traveled light, and patient--always. It was a meager little existence for her with Legion feeling rather far away, but she came into the routine it brought all too well, familiar, and oddly comfortable alone at this time as she adapt. She still felt the temptation to go further, however, when the horizons reminded her of crossing over this way coming from the King Elk all those years ago. A faraway thought, but one that occurred all the same.

It was an idea entirely waylaid by gathering clouds and a new bite to the wind as the hours spanned on, empty. She had made her way back to the Sunspire's lowest reaches, but was still on its western side when she felt inclined to search out a spot to hunker for the next who knew how long; if this weather truly turned south, it could be a while. She best get comfortable.

Jomyo watched a speckled goshawk wing up towards the peak overhead just when big puffy snowflakes began to fall, then picked up her pace up over a footpath that snaked north along the spire.