( Astrid finds herself laughing at that last mental image, surprised out of overthinking it: )
Korth, could you imagine? Riding mountain goats wearing comfortable harnesses or little backpacks to stuff people into. Honestly itโs probably the best solution, those fuckers can go up a sheer cliff face like itโs magic—
( After a few months, sheโd half-told herself to stop grasping in vain at any halfway-familiar accent or name; homesick, heartsick. She had mostly stopped waiting to run into someone who sounds like family. But then this stranger says ice and snow and uneven terrain and climbing and the picture she paints is so very, very much like the place Astrid grew up that it makes some of that vague hopefulness spark back to life. )
It sounds like they are pretty similar, actually. I mean mountains are mountains, but mine are big and snowy too. Sometimes feels like you could look out and see right through to the end of the world. Whatโs your home like?
clutches my heart
Korth, could you imagine? Riding mountain goats wearing comfortable harnesses or little backpacks to stuff people into. Honestly itโs probably the best solution, those fuckers can go up a sheer cliff face like itโs magic—
( After a few months, sheโd half-told herself to stop grasping in vain at any halfway-familiar accent or name; homesick, heartsick. She had mostly stopped waiting to run into someone who sounds like family. But then this stranger says ice and snow and uneven terrain and climbing and the picture she paints is so very, very much like the place Astrid grew up that it makes some of that vague hopefulness spark back to life. )
It sounds like they are pretty similar, actually. I mean mountains are mountains, but mine are big and snowy too. Sometimes feels like you could look out and see right through to the end of the world. Whatโs your home like?