Gyrfalcon's Keep subliminal

a night of meticulous study of the land around the shore has brought her here. a mountain side far more desolate, far more disinteresting, than the landmarks she’s seen just hours prior.

but what the mountain lacked in just about everything, it gained in noise. a chorus of screeches filled the foggy air above her head. morgana pinned her ears back for a shred of peace, but found none. the noise was too great, too persistent, to be drowned out. so she moved along, with a deep frown and narrowed eyes, in the hopes of finding something worthwhile.