The morning air of the High Pass stung Jocelynn's cheeks, and for a moment, she regretted climbing out of the warm, cozy bed with its pile of furs and braziers in the corner. Despite the fact that she'd been surrounded by ice, the Frost Walkers seemed to know how to make their fortress comfortable for guests, and leaving that comfort behind for any reason felt…
Well, insane might not be the right word, but it was certainly a questionable decision.
She tugged the hood of her fur cloak a little tighter and tipped her head back to stare at the sky overhead. It was a shade of blue she had never seen before, so deep and clear and endless that it almost hurt to look at, and the sun glittered off the snow so brightly that she had to squint against it.
