Nova Peak ε

Upflung by his arms, she yelps! Laughing, correcting this resplendent display with teeth! No Ashēeran man would dare show such joy! She is timorous and yet breathless, driven to wildness by the man she cannot predict! A part of her seemed to crave flirting with disaster, making a game out of seeing just how close she can grapple with the bear and still escape.
She takes off in a tear, toward the immeasurable heights to convoy with the clouds, fearing to glance back at Skorpa lest it cost her the lead. The westward run is a dight through ancient borealis. Ayovi leaps onto the hull of a fallen tamarack, using it to cross a steep ravine, then over; winding out onto a promontory, where the heights are dizzying. She paces out along the white-step and gazes down into the air graven valleys and misted trees for an extravagant moment, then she is away again! Ascending; climbing! Up into cloudhead where the granitic spires stand alone.
She can climb higher; she doesn’t. Ayovi turns and flattens onto the ice; hiding away from Skorpa.