Blackwater Islands Mildewed and smoldering

looking for @Nyra
set for late night, 20 F, light snow
referencing the internal territory: occultists' path

His mind was busy always, his train of thought moving from one problem to another, and making a list of everything he needed to do. First thing on his list today was finding Nyra. Alduin was close with her, where he had always been aloof and reserved regarding the friend of his parents. He needed to speak to her about his and his brother's mission while everything was still in the planning stage. 

The moss-covered path had been a nice challenge, forcing him to calculate every step he took as he made his way up the incline. He enjoyed the work out. Eventually he was dumped into a clearing; what had once been clearly dark green like the path was now painted white from the snow that fell in from the opening of the trees above. It had snowed all day, and so there was a thick layer of fresh powdery snow that stretched out before him. 

He almost hated to mess it up with his steps, but it was a frivolous thought. He stepped out into the clearing and started making his way to the other side.