Shea-Lynn swung her legs over a small precipice about halfway up her mountain. Endless pines stretched in front of her in the valley. She smiled out at the world, her teeth matching the snow and her skin very close to. She looked at the glacial lakes, cold, crisp and half frozen now in the depth of winter. She saw the icy peaks that glittered with fresh snow, their rocky faces looking up towards the sky. The brisk wind that blew strong and true, blowing a light dusting of snow from the white-grey sky. Shea-Lynn turned back to the face of the mountain she sat on. From here up the tree line receded and the rock became steep and icy. She began to walk up, her hands assisting her legs where the rock needed to to climbed. After a while she was going straight up, to the top of the mountain to look out at the world. She felt the wind try to tear her from the mountain but held on. She felt the clean, crisp cold sting her face but kept climbing. It was all just part of the mountains test, to make sure you had the respect for them you needed to survive here. The rocky behemoths were like kings, each standing tall and proud over everything around them, harsh and demanding and yet generous in supplies if you knew where to look. Shea-Lynn scrambled up the last hundred or so meters before sitting on a thing, slanted outcrop, the top of the mountain. She could almost reach out and touch a cloud. Here was another way the mountains demanded you obey them. If she reached out, just a bit farther, to touch the colds, to feel the soft cool mists, she would fall hundreds of meters to her death. She smiled. Rules were meant to be broken, but there were always the rules that would kill you if you did.