The Sunspire quippe

for a moment germanicus felt himself no more than the outcropping beneath wren's paws.

her order cut their path southward at once, into the forbidding reaches of the mountain named for shadow.

here the trails were narrow and littered with sharp cascades of shale. he picked himself slowly up the terrain, thinking of how he had climbed with makono when she had come to train in mereo.

what sort of pharaoh had she become, the eagle wondered in empty thought, the ridgeline soon towering with its miniscule paths which cut across the very face of the peak. 

here the air thinned beneath the wind's keen. once he glanced back to see that they followed.