Rising Sun Valley that sad earthly scene

You really don't need to apologize for writing so much! It was beautiful, really set the mood and what Njal is going through. <3

She had never scaled the backside of the glacier mass before. In all honesty, Echelon had paid it no mind, forever entranced by the head of it, where the heart of Duskfire laid. Here, they were many miles away from it. The distance could not exact, though she could have probably made a tell of it on time alone. In the hours following her brief reuniting with Tonravik, they had added Njal to their fold. But their numbers were still low in her opinion, nothing in comparison to the numbers they had boasted when they had first come through the wilderness in all its glory.

She had taken to scouting out some rudimentary area with Njal, who seemed more preoccupied than anything. The inky-colored Phase wondered if his heart wasn't in their plans, though she could hardly understand the extent to which his sorrows ran. She didn't know his story, other than he had once been at the head of the Glacier wolves; she had gleaned that he had family there. Or had — the depths to which his family ran were unknown to her. She had met Tuwawi, who had spoken of Tartok, who knew Tartok, but hadn't revealed that relevant information. Their stepping stones were closer than she realized, but the scouting was a necessary evil. She didn't question what they were doing out there.

And as Njal brought his gaze to the rising peak in the distance, Echelon followed it. She too, saw the stars in their glory, saw the way the milky features of the glacial peak seemed aglow even in the near absence of light. It invoked a feeling she could not describe, a sensation akin to being full of wonder. She admired it. "I never knew this area was so expansive," she said aloud, after such lengthy silence.