Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Tullik licked her lips again, anxiety thrumming like a living thing through her. Periwinkle stared out from her gaunt face, before she looked up at the distant tip of the mountain.

I was going up. She croaked after a moment to the odd talker, this “Njord”. The tip of the mountain called to her like an old friend, singing a song she could hear even now.

I like that. Going up. As if just discovering that for herself.