Cassiopeia's View jetstone

She was quiet, and when she spoke, her small voice clattered like a tiny pebble broken from the mountainside. As though words were an intrusion to the silence once held.

An easy mistake, when I’m up this high I’m often just watching my feet!

Dhalia laughed something more cheerful than what the other woman had offered. This, too, felt like an intrusion.

So what brings you up here, if not the breathtaking views?