She sat on the ledge and looked at the land below her. “So where would I move?” The Crystal Mountains sprawled around her and curved around the world, around the Crystal Empire with its supernaturally green pastures, to the horizon and beyond. The mountains, white with snow, rose into the sky like a city made of the teeth of some colossal predator. Their slopes were a mixture of steep and gentle, forbidding and welcome, barren and forested, as varied as the whole world. She’d known all those slopes, once. But half a decade of living here all by her lonesome had slowly chipped away at Polar’s memory, and now she only knew the surrounding twenty miles or so.