Instead it turns your joy into sorrow, & i can't breathe with the dust of retreat, I'm choking
Ryder wasn't so sure he was making the smartest of choices. He had no idea where Sanguine Cove actually was, and now that he had reached the mountain and started ascending its slops, he realized just how much those peeks could really hold. What if he got lost up there, and a blizzard hit or something? Nearing the top of Riddle Heights, Serpent Pass' lowest point, the yearling was beginning to slow and reconsider.
The more the day went on, the further the sky cleared, until clouds only occasionally drifted atop the sun. Shadows came, and this time when they passed, the snow positively glistened. Had it gotten... brighter? Confused, Ryder looked up into the sky, and promptly hissed in pain while whipping his head away again.
The sun was glaring, as though it had doubled, no, tripled in size. All at once, he was pissed off. Now he was gonna be snow-blinded, too? The fuck. Why couldn't he just catch a break, just once?
IT'S A HORRIBLE WAY TO BEGIN