Porcupine Ridge Dread in my heart

Oh. How easy. They must've been needing for ranks, if it were simple as walkin' in. [i]She hadn't even needed to debase herself like some pleading whelp, though she was prepared to. Envy liked it, in some ways, feared it, in others. She'd come into these mountains for purpose. She too weighed the idea, however fleetingly, of trading something bad for something worse.[/i]

..I wouldn't mind being shown the way. My legs are beaten up enough from climbing up here. I wan' a soft bed.. She groaned and tossed her head back, taking little time before imposing herself. She'd been in these mountains before, months ago; her memory would serve her well enough, or that's what she told herself at least.

She'd catch glimpse of Dreven's wary gaze through her own upside down one, it was not without merit; but she believed herself invincible in times like these, evident in the gleeful expression that painted pale features.

m'Envy. He's Dreven. I'm good with herbs, he's good with... presumably everything else. Her eyes narrowed momentarily.