The spotted siblings travel in silence beneath the watchful eye of a crescent moon. Through the dark forests, along the babbling brooks until the ground beneath them begins to steepen. Their weary muscles protest the mountain's steep incline and winding mountain trails. The air around them grows thinner as the elevation increases; they climb into a world that scrapes the very clouds.

A thin sheen of sweat glistens on their spotted coats as the twins pause as one at the edge of the world. The darkness fades from the twilight sky and gives birth to a brilliant morning sun - the world washes itself in warm oranges and pale pinks - and their breath is held on their lips as it presents itself to them.

"We are here." he whispers into the narrow space between them. He knew that she would be safe here... his mother spoke of the women who live on the mountains peak. Vesna swivels her dark head to meet her brothers gaze. She knew that soon he would depart and travel North to meet with there father - if he still held the Monarchy - deep down she hates this plan but reason spoke to her.

The hollow clop of hooves across bare stone draws the siblings attention. In one movement, the pair pivots to meet whomever approaches. "Who is there?"
his words echo into the still morning fog, "I seek refuge for my sister."

Together they wait, for their fate to be revealed unto them.