as the wind fends off the waves, i count down the days

[spelleton]

Who: Miach Mihie, Ekkehardt Gehring
What: Bon..ding...?
Where: The ruins of a village somewhere in the mountains.
When: Mid-April.
Warnings: Nothing yet besides potential talk of rough backstories, subject to change if anything comes up. Miach is probably her own warning at this point


The easy part had been getting to the pass, what with the resources available to the Academy; the hard part was convincing their guides to let them walk the rest of the way by themselves into the Outlands.

Once that part is over with, the weather and terrain means it's a quiet, pleasant walk despite the morbidity of their destination. Ekkehardt is carrying a spear - more as a declaration of being suitably prepared than anything else - but other than that, he doesn't anticipate any trouble that his various skills can't handle.

He doesn't say anything, at first. He's content to let Miach talk and do nothing more than occasionally steering them back onto the right path if they happen to stray from it.

Comments

[imitationsoul]

[ Miach really loves the mountains. Even she herself is surprised by the ferocity with which this feeling rises in her chest. She hasn't been here in over 7 years. These sights have become unfamiliar... and yet, as her feet step over snow and she hears the crunch, as she sees the light reflect between the mountain-tops... the nostalgia puts a vice grip around her heart. She feels like skipping and running. She feels like laying down in the snow and letting it reclaim her. As only one of these is socially acceptable, she opts for the skipping and running part. She's ahead of Ekkehardt every once in a while, then twirls on her heels and waits again, looking like a child on a regular field trip.

That is until they make it to the village - if what's left of it deserves being given that name. It had been small and modest even in its prime. A few huts around a marketplace, a few fields for cattle. A peaceful people, living secluded and quietly. Now there is only ruins, barely identifiable under the snow. The roofs of most huts have collapsed and the foundations just form weirdly rectangular shapes in the snow.

Miach comes to a dead stop, taking it all in. ]

I wonder where I lived....

[ She doesn't remember. The mountains are familiar, but this place she's a stranger to. ]