The Sunspire boy peeling a fruit

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The mountain did not have frequent visitors, and as of late, they were not often of notable quality. At least not the ones she saw: a male stuck in a hole because of his sizable girth, a female practically asking her for teeth around her neck and the death to follow.. just to name a few of the most recent ones. Which was certainly a correlation between why the Spire saw little growth this month. Needless to say, the fact that he was apparently of an able-body (despite the troubles the mountain gave him) put him ahead of the rest.. not that it took much.

Lowering her muzzle just some, she smirked. It would be far too obvious to say that she agreed. While perhaps not the most beautiful mountain, and who was she to say with her fondness of nearly all peaks, it ranked high. It is good you can appreciate the beauty, despite the.. ah, hindrances it has given you, she quipped lightly while she traced the points of his features with a curious look -- just to say she had seen some of his issues, but appreciated his determination to continue and see more despite the unknown. Only if your intentions are foul, she added next to his question, and paired it with a subtle darkening of her expression. What brings you?