The snow had finally stopped falling and the lingering traces of the flakes still clung lightly to the warm furs that covered the three travelers from head to toe. Their lightweight packs were filled with extra food and water, while sleeping rolls were wrapped tightly around them as they marched towards the towering peaks of the Himalayas. The Sherpa laughed at her joke, his wrinkled brown face squinting in the gray glare towards the mute young woman who walked arm in arm with her. They had been travelling as such for two days now, and Psilence and the guide were exhausted by Tenu's drive and lack of need to sleep.
The trees, with their green needles poking through the soft, white blanket covering them, were taller than she remembered, but certain aspects of the terrain were starting to look familiar. The angle of a mountain, the arrangement of the peaks, and the curve of the terrain
the memories started to trickle in and she looked aro