[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

Euphemia no longer questioned the strange workings of this universe. When she desired to traverse the heights of the mountains, she did so – and no longer was she simply confined to the familiar crests of Frostfang. Ever since the voting amongst Dawnbreak, Euphemia felt little reason to stay within the borders and pass long swathes of time amongst her packmates. For the moment, she needed time.

She needed distance.

She followed the pull of her heart towards a spire in the far distance and she began to traverse it, feeling the tautness of her muscles pull her bones in order, and she moved in a mechanical manner up, up, up. Euphemia, who had never been the most athletic of spirits, fell into a very tactical type of meditation. She ceased thinking and solely moved, barely perceiving it when the scent of sulfur entered her nares. Somewhere in her consciousness, she thought that it was similar to what she read in a book once; that geological and volcanic activity was often foreshadowed by an ominous smell of rotten eggs.

She noticed naught about how the snow glowed in a faint purpleness, when all the snow just south of here had already experienced its annual melt. The silvered maiden noticed nothing strange until she reached the summit and stood with two others, gazing into a gaping hole that billowed steam. For a moment, she deeply missed the silver spires of her Vale.

Euphemia stood silent, jaw tense, and passed the two others a glance of quiet acknowledgment ~ so distracted that she was unable to notice her packmate as a packmate ~before looking straight past the girl and into the yawning mouth of that active cave, which seemed filled with activity, movement, and incendiary potential. Her nose stung, yet her mind was brimming with questions. That’s how she was bred to be – always curious, and never satisfied with the depth of her current insight. The bookish northerner decided to learn more about this phenomenon, which had crossed her path once or twice before, but never in this close and interpersonal way. It was as if her every desire, every wish for knowledge might lie within this cavern, if she were only brave enough to traverse it.

Breathing deep, she stepped close, nose held outwards, brandished like an unsheathed sword.

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