[PRP] Cold Climb [Zimran & Nquma]

[Quaji]

Zimran stared off of the mountainside with pure blue eyes. The trek was longer then she remembered to what the gods referred to as the god's haven, a place on they and the dead could reach. She was not one for merely teleporting herself up to the peak but instead actually making part of the climb herself. It was not only relaxing, but the chilled air was kind of nice. It had been a long time since she had last been to god's haven.

A sudden shiver changed that though. It was taking her longer then she remembered and the snow around her was not helping her sense of direction even with the glow of her horn through the snow. Was she even on the right path? Or even the right mountain?! A groan escaped her mouth she moved into a small path the seemed to lead something but of course she wasn't sure. The goddess of purity was starting to very much consider the option that she was lost.  

[Cajanic]

The Goddess of Glaciers stood near the exit of her den, watching the snow fall heavily outside. She didn’t control the snow- she couldn’t stop it from being such rough outside. Not that she would, even if she could. She was in love with all things white. Anyway, she was safe in her den, as was Isidomu. The small Ibex was asleep far from her, in the back of the den. He was comfortable and, for a change, peaceful.

Not something she saw everyday, honestly.

Smiling faintly, she decided to head out to find him some food, wanting to reward him for being so good and sleeping the whole length of his nap time. The snow was deep and thick, but beneath lurked roots her little child loved dearly.

It wasn’t long out in the snow when she felt the presence of another. Frowning, she felt herself tense. “Who’s there?” she asked, her voice just penetrating the snowfall. Being loud wasn’t one of her strengths.

In the distance, she could see a form of some kind. But who would be fool enough to travel so high into the mountains?