I grudgingly turned my head, prepared to keep scowling, but the words died in my throat.
The world below us was a canopy stretched out like a sea of deep emerald and fading gold, broken only by the silver ribbon of the river we had followed. But further out—toward the horizon where Noah had pointed—the sky was turning a heavy, bruised purple.
"The snow clouds," I whispered, the anger momentarily forgotten.
"Yeah," Noah said, his voice losing its teasing edge as he stood behind me, his hands resting lightly on my waist to steady me. "And look there, to the North. See that jagged line of white? Those are the Frozen Peaks. That's where the salt is—where the sea is."
My eyes widened.
The sea was over there? Opposite of it, in the West direction, was a mountain...
"And that gap in the middle?" I turned my gaze to the spot he was referring to, keeping the mountain behind me. "That's the pass we need to hit."
