Today she wandered. The sound of her hooves clattering noisily against the hard slate ground, decorated with loose bits of gravel here and there was the sound of progress. A sound that meant she was going forwards to conquer the great stoney beast of the island. As it seemed, spring had sprung, but the slightly warmer temperatures that the land below were basking in had yet to reach the highest top of the great mountain, for here the wind still bit into the woman's skin, sometimes forcing her to dip her head and throw her shoulder into the gale that buffeted her, threatening to throw her off the steep incline she was mounting.
Even with the bitter wind to remind her that the height lifted her into the cold, careless sky, Irvosat continued onwards. It had been some weeks, perhaps days, since she had first put herself atop the great mountain, standing as high as she dared go, and looked down upon the islands. Any moment now, she thought, peeking up through a thick veil of white hair that danced in front of her face, any moment now she would breech a great bluff and she would be standing on a rocky outcrop that put her back in her favourite place on these foreign islands. Just a few more steps...
As she broke free from the incline and the ground levelled out, her face was greeted with a great gust of wind that brings her to duck her head, tucking her nose to her shoulder and lean into the heavy blow of the wind. The force subsides after a few moments, and she is there, staring out across the cloudy sea that hovered many feet above the still-sleeping bodies of the rest of the islands. The morning was still young, and as Irvosat stood shivering against the soft chill that held the mountain firmly in it's grip, she smiled to herself, standing lonely atop the great peak of the mountain and watched the sunrise. From here, it would not take long for her to be bathed in sunlight, and once her bones had thawed and her face had warmed to the touch of the young spring sun, she would return to the less treacherous bluffs of the mountain.
And it did not take long.
Turning her face into the warmth, she still smiles silently to herself, a soft breeze making her white hair dance about her golden skin for a good few minutes before she turns back, mentally promising herself that she would find her mother, even though her search had brought her nowhere.
Moving back down the slope was more dangerous that climbing up it, as she had to zig-zag down the rocks and stop every now and then to watch loose rocks clatter down the mountain ahead of her. One slip, and she would die a horrible, painful death. Holding her breath as a large handful of rocks cascades down in front of her, she leaps forwards, hooves snagging on another rock that could comfortably hold her without her toppling. What a silly sight she must make, imitating a great mountain goat and pouncing from rock to rock, but as she went, there was a light, breathy laughter being rung from her lips, and soon she finds herself in the small meadow near the middle of the stone giant where she had made her bed for the days long before this. Already she was a creature of the mountain, and her home had been so very accommodating for her. Slightly out of breath and warmed from the sun that found its way through the clouds that hung overhead, Irvosat continues to walk through the meadow at an easy walk, hoping to seek out the mother and daughter that she had only just met here a few days ago that had confirmed that she was not alone.
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