Ask Roar of the Mountains

[Wodan]

Wodan stood near a bend in the glacial river, his eyes staring up into the mountain range beyond. A thick coat surrounded the Firrerrian, it kept the worst of the cold out, but his limbs still felt the bite of the Arkannian winter. A heavy bag resting against his leg, had all the supplies he could bring. Arkannia being deep within Republic Space, a place that banned Force Users like Wodan, meant the Acolyte had limited access to supplies. Not to mention he had to get on a dirty public transport ship, just to get onto the planet.

He had spent a good amount of time cleaning himself after he arrived on the planet in a private bath house on the outskirts of town. The smell of the cherry blossom soap still filled his nostrils as a gust of wind followed down the valley. “Why is everyone always late?”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Kanaloa Tau]

From down the river came the sound of humming in distinctly Wrean tones, octaves sweeping up and down, back and forth. Around the river bend floated a ramshackle wooden raft, slowly rotating as it traveled along the current. There Kanaloa was sat on top, humming away with a branch-made fishing rod in his hands. As the square-ish bit of wood floated closer to Wodan it turned enough that he entered the Wrean's line of sight.

"Oh, there you are," he greeted breezily. Kane was dressed notably lighter than Wodan, albeit still with his skin covered up and his breathing mask slung at his belt. A duffel bag was slung over his shoulders. The cold didn't bother him near so much as dry air. "Should've included a map. I arrived over there." A hand vaguely gestured around the mountain. Clearly, though, he hadn't been in a rush.

Standing up on his remarkably unsteady raft, Kane's feet left the rickety surface in a rush of wind that carried him the relatively short distance to shore. A catfish at the end of his line flopped pathetically against the rocks until he crouched down to stab it behind the head with his knife, cleaned the knife, and casually buried the fish beneath a pile of snow. He stuck the rod into the pile like a flag.

The Wrean acolyte turned back to Wodan, the winter wind carrying from him the scents of mint, sea salt, and ginger to contrast the Firrerreon's cherry blossom perfume. "So. Where to first?" It didn't occur to him he'd skipped the introduction phase; he was focused on the exploration part.

@Braden

 

[Wodan]

The whistling carried easily on the wind drawing Wodan’s attention long before he could clearly make out the Wrean’s features. As Kanaloa rotated around on the raft he would see Wodan arms crossed tapping his foot with a visibly disgruntled look on his face. Rolling his eyes when he made his silly comment.

He watched as Kanaloa dispatched the fish on the ground next to him. What was he going to do with it now, just carry it on his back until they stopped for the night. Hopefully the smell of blood would not bring any predators upon the pair as they made their way up the mountain.

“Up.” He said, motioning up the mountain behind him. “Our targets are found up high, so I hope you are ready for the cold.”

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Kanaloa Tau]

Apparently unconcerned about the other man's general grumpiness and with his catch buried in snow for later- he certainly wasn't going to carry it around- Kane looked toward the mountains that towered above them. Then, all together, one half of his mouth, one of his eyebrows, and one of his hands shifted upwards. Shading his gaze from the sun, he took in snowcapped mountains, silent.

Verdant trees blew in a chilly breeze, birds nestled in their branches softly singing. Water burbled in the river, his abandoned makeshift raft bouncing off the shore and drifting aimlessly downstream. Sunshine climbed mountains to warm his cheeks, still comforting even in the cold. An eagle called far above, winging across the winds of its territory. For a long moment, the Wrean acolyte was still.

Kanaloa turned back to the impatient Firrerreon, his half-smile honest and dazzlingly bright, all subtly dimpled cheeks and sharp fangs. "Of course I am. What're we waiting for?" And with that he hefted his bag and started walking, crunching through the untouched snow toward the mountain. He followed the river's path, gaze easily moving from facet to facet of their surroundings.

Visibly fascinated by this new environment, he wasn't shy about briefly breaking from their way to examine a tree or small plant breaking free from the snow's surface. A bright red bird perched high on branches once drew his attention for a lengthy several seconds. That they were here searching for dragons didn't appear to enter the equation of how he acted.

"Oh, right," he'd say abruptly, having plucked a smooth stone from the ground, running it curiously between his fingers. "I'm called Kane."

@Braden

 

[Wodan]

The Wrean’s smile was slightly infectious, bringing a half grin from the Firrerrian as the former lifted up his pack and began his ascent. Wodan wasn’t far behind lugging his heavy pack onto one his back, fastening a buckle around his chest before he began his own trek up the snowy path.

The crunch of snow beneath his feet was still a new sound to Wodan, one he enjoyed, never having the chance to play in the cool white substance when he was younger. Only since he had begun travelling the Galaxy has the Firrerrian been able to experience proper snow and ice. Wodan was able to quickly catch up with the Wrean as he seemed to enjoy wandering off the path to look at all manner of living things, be they plants or wildlife. He wouldn’t survive ten minutes on old Firrerre, wandering off like that.

Kanaloa introduced himself after a short time. Wodan already knew a fair bit about the young man including his name, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed but it was polite to actually make a formal meeting. “Wodan, don’t like Kanaloa then?” He asked, as they followed the turn in the river. Up ahead Wodan could see that it was beginning to become steeper and far in the distance the distinctive white water which signalled a waterfall.

@Mr. Teatime