Emberflame Ridge You carry my fears as the heavens set fire

There was no hiding the excitement in her companion's demeanour now. It was infectious! Yuralria kept a close pace behind as she traversed the path as easily as she had done the terrain on the spine, now a toothy smile lifting her expression. "I hope your ridge friends are as kind as you," she beamed.

Cut short by the name that hung then in the chilly air. "Say that again?" incredulous denial that may have been mistaken for a twisted tongue, had it not been the clatter of pebbles in her hurry to see the girl - Nutuyikruk's?! - face again. "That's not possible. She left moons ago, she- she's gone!" But already a sinking realisation began to consume her, for now she could see the resemblance in those great green eyes. They had never found a body, not like - gods, she could hardly think of it.