Sunspire Mountains limina

He would go into the snow.

Nephele did not know what she would do, what her life would become once the battle began to rage. She simply nodded, filed it away, and kept walking.

She did not speak again. Occasionally shot Germanicus worried glances, yes, but she did not speak. Worry did not burn through her like it did him, but she was a creature designed to worry about herself alone. That ever present devil on her shoulder. 

She kept pace, and did not speak. Words did not matter, here in the search.