Hex da'Bergliin wrote:Hex did not wish to follow Lirahn, she had seen enough, heard enough and had her mind made up about her next move. Warmed breath coiled from between clenched teeth. "Lirahn, if you could look after Ellena for some turning of the moons, I would be grateful." Walking up to Ellena and taking her hand, "Ellena, I have some things I need to do and some places I need to go and these are things and places that I need to do alone. Lirahn will take good care, I will cut his heart out if he doesn't.' Hex winked and was off, her braids shaking with the force of her walk.
Back at her tent the mood was dour. Hex told of the many happenings that had transpired and of her plans to seek out the Queen. She rebuffed shouts and tears of frustration. Calls of her thick-headedness could be heard echoing inside the tent. She was determined though and was firm in her position. From her father and brother she asked for a good suit of double chain to protect her from the Trolls and for a Glaive polearm to fend them off. She spent the next days gathering a month and a halfs dry provisions. Assembling her gear on a small one person sleigh, she also gathered a change of winter clothing, small tent and jar of bear fat.
The morning of the 18th drew quickly but Hex greeted the day with a vigor she had not felt since she stepped on a pirate ship headed for parts unknown so long ago. Her body greased against the cold, her muscles loose from training over the past three days and her spirit high, Hex started out to pass through town on her way to Gymir's Talons.
The weather was cold, but no colder than was usual for the area, and the sky was as blue as the IceQueens eyes, the sunlight making the snow, which covered large patches of these fields even during summer and now stretched as far as the eye could see, impossibly white. The six trained dogs that pulled the sleigh were playful, snapping at each other now and again as they put in a fair speed.
Hex made good time and far on the horizon she could see the grey mountains that local folklore called Grymir's Talons. Still a days ride away, and common knowledge had it that you would not want to cross the mountains in the dark for fear of the different creatures that hunted in the night. Yet that made it desirable to make a camp that was able to withstand the same dangers of the snow field.
The terrain was slightly curved, becoming more so as the road continued, turning into hilss, with a tree here and there, but mostly plains.