Moonspear kinsister

She hummed to herself as she walked, an old memory that sat thick on her tongue like sap from a conifer. She didn’t want to think that she was perhaps the only one to know it now.

I track the movement of the goat herds, sometimes. I enjoy seeing how high I can climb on a sheer slope, as they can. Her entire life was mountaineering, and Tullik frowned at the thought that she had nothing else she enjoyed. 

Well, she was a fair bit boring.

Watch your step here. The rocks are picky about how much weight they will carry. As if to demonstrate, a series of small pebbles rolled off down the side of the cliff. Tullik winced to herself.