The Sunspire sun coming up on a dream come 'round

a voice cuts through the soft patter of rain and nephele lowers to her head to look at the figure now stood by the grotto's entrance. she is silent for a moment before parting her lips to speak, "there is enough room for two." she shifts herself to allow room for the stranger to press against the wall beside her before casting her eyes back to the rainfall.

her toes wiggle awkwardly beneath her; she was not one for small talk, but silence was too uncomfortable to bear in such an enclosed shared space. "what brings you to the peak?"