The laughter that came from Taika was kind and playful. Impa could have no notion that the youth talked to creatures and spirits both seen and unseen. It was commonplace for her to answer a silent call purely because something within her told her that is where she was meant to be. Everything told her she needed to be here. Just as the mountain called to her blood and bones, the crest of the Peak had beckoned her to the summit. Even a ghost can have a strong voice, and a stranger presence. She pointed out matter of factly. Even when the Prime Minister was out of reach of the others of the Peak, Taika could feel the presence and the power the old mare had, or once had. Though it ebbed and flowed, she lived and breathed the presence of the Peak. As a ghost or as a mortal, Impazienza would always be one of the Peak, just as all those who came before her and all those who would come after.

Taika let a calm silence fall between them, though the storm below raged on. Her chocolatey eyes looked over at the blinding mare, unaware of the fact she was a blur in her vision. It is less what you can do for me, and more what I can do for you. Taika answered easily though her voice was determined and solid. I love the Peak, and it has grown quiet, but still standing. I want to know what I can do to bring my home to the wonder it is known for and as the haven it was known for. On this mountaintop her heart raced with the thrill of being able to see all the islands encompassed. From here she could see her world and the lands her soul thrived for. The wind whipped her hair and embraced her as a friend. Closing her eyes and inhaling the thin air deep into her lungs she let the isles fill her being. At last she opened them again and looked at the draft. What can I do to make the Peak loud again?