Cassiopeia's View jetstone

teya caught her breath. there was a voice. she turned to find a stunning woman her own age, with knowing eyes which looked upon the land with an approval that teya wished she bore for anything else.
she blinked and forced herself to truly observe the richness of the territories spreading around and below her. the roll of the dark forests, the sharp face of the feral mountains. a wild place.
"no," she answered in a voice much too hoarse. a small, self-sardonic laugh. 
"sometimes i forget to look."