Nova Peak existence

@Skorpa @Ayovi !!

the path to winsook was unforgiving. but anoré moved with steady purpose, her lengthy limbs carrying her through the frostbitten expanse ulfric had pointed her toward. the mountain looms ahead, its peaks dusted in the remnants of winter, though the air is thick with the promise of spring. 
the scent of wolves grows stronger the higher she climbs. it is not fresh, but it is there—woven into the stone. she slows and her breath steadies. this is winsook. this is their land. and she is a stranger walking its borders.
but what is she searching for? a home? a purpose? a reason to be here at all? the question gnaws at her. she had not asked ulfric where he thought she should go—only where she could.
for years, she was bound to others—duty, blood, expectation. and now, anoré crownore realizes she does not know how to want for herself. but she knows she does not wish to be alone.
as night began to fall, the stars emerged—sharp and brilliant against the endless dark. she lifts her head to trace their familiar paths. the constellations had not changed since she'd left winterhelm, and neither had the gods who watched from above.
she closes her eyes and a prayer falls from her. not one of pleading—she had long since stopped begging. but a whisper of acknowledgment. of reverence and safe passage. she was still here. she was still walking.
"faðir minn, ég þakka þér fyrir styrk þinn. megi stjörnurnar þínar leiða mig."