Cassiopeia's View jetstone

She ventured west, taking care to hurry past what remained of the crumbled Moonspear with generous space. If anyone remained there, Dhalia preferred they think her dead than a deserter. The roars of the bear still rang in her ears sometimes.

Dhalia ranged a neighbouring mountain instead, her intentions still unclear. But all was well. She had no where to be, no where to go, no one to be responsible to, and though she thought the lifestyle would not be sustainable, she liked it, for now.

She was admiring the view when she caught movement in her peripheral. Company, on a height so high?

Afternoon, she called out with a smile, thinking the other had stopped to admire the landscape, just as she had done, have you ever seen anything quite like it? clearly referring to the land rolling out from beneath the crags.