Moonspear lucky

Like the moon rose every night and the sun rose every day, Chakliux came to her side. She raised her head to offer him a rueful little smile and a shaky chuckle.

I appear to have become overconfident. She threw her nose over her shoulder to indicate the peaks.

The mountain almost claimed a life, not long ago. A newcomer tested her mettle, and the mountain did not like her confidence. She fell. I went to mark the places where another accident may occur. And now look at her. Tullik’s little huff was self deprecating, less of a laugh and more of a tired sigh.

I ran out of markers. I was done for the night, and I misjudged. Her confidence had done her in, she was sure.