The Sunspire dandelion fluff

he headed up the mountain. teya cupped her ears after him and followed. she would have enjoyed climbing at a faster pace; her time in the place of ravens had warmed her to the stone. though she had traveled very little in the mountains due to her recovery, teya had not lost her love for them. 
most of her time had been spent in the sunspire, the violet considered, peering in interest at the drop beginning to grow below them. little fear in teya, only instinct that she might fall if she was not careful. "why not make sense? i travel."
perhaps he had mistaken her for delicate. teya smirked inwardly to herself.