Sawtooth Spire Step into your power.

v tiny reply, feel free to skip her for a bit if u need to!

This inkling seemed more than readied to ignore her call and move on; and perhaps it would be best, to let him hurry from this  (rather wretched, really)  mountain and the souls that he might now find pestersome. And, speaking of — her eyes found the pale, full face of Tundra with more than a bit of surprise writ into her own marred features. Why had she not called out to her, earlier? ...But her own lips did not part again, for in this moment the sleet shivered her to her marrow and soon the stricken sought for some overhang to hunker beneath.