A chill was in the air, a sign of either winter or perhaps of elevation. There was a mountain in the view. How interesting they looked from the distance. It was as if someone had dumped pain upon it where it started green, then bits of brown, and finally covered with white. A cold shiver went down her back as they were making their way. Almost as if something was wrong, she wanted to say. Everything was going smoothly since they had left, and that was what made things so odd. Nothing ever went smoothly, nothing. She was starting to get a bad feeling, either it was caused by her own doubts, or something bad was going to happen.“Maybe we shouldn't go up there.” She suggested now. She knew this was going to happen, it seemed. Her mind always betrayed her and got her to think of bad things. What if that lion she had been running from for so long was to show up? She almost felt panic rush through her, though she remembered she was with Urza. He would keep her safe no matter what was to happen. Things would be okay. She'd never gone on any adventure with Urza. Maybe things would turn out a bit different than she was use to..
She tried to keep her cool, and she gave a weak nervous smile. She couldn't help the thoughts that went through her head, even with Urza there. It was hard to completely forget something like that. “No, we should continue.” She said finally with a nod. She wouldn't talk herself out of this, not this time. Something in her needed to go here. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to touch snow for the first time. It had taken them this long to get there, she couldn't back down now. They had left their home for this.
Urza was as patient with her as ever. He wanted to go up there almost as bad as she did, but if she changed her mind he'd be there to fully support it. “Are you sure?” He asked. He didn't want to turn them around just for her to change her mind again. He didn't thing that would be something either of them would enjoy. They had stopped as he waited for her answer. He wasn't completely sure what went on inside Natintrapa's head. He had no clue most of her past, perhaps one day she would care to share, but whatever it was it scared her greatly. He could see that plainly.
When she answered he gave a sorta relief sigh. He didn't want to turn around, but he didn't want to tell her that. He didn't want to be the reason she changed her mind. His tail flicked “It is getting quite chilly the closer we get to this mountain of yours.” He looked at it. It looked years away, yet it was pulling them towards it. At least in his mind, that was true. He wanted to see what was to happen to them on the way there, and that was what kept him going. The adventure it took to get to the objective, not the objective itself.
“We best get moving, or we'll miss out on whatever there is to miss out on” He said with a laugh. He started walking a bit faster than what they were already doing. He wanted to get good ground. He also noticed that there were clouds rolling in. He was use to not seeing them from where they had started. However long ago that was. He had lost count on how many times he saw the moon above, and the sun rise and fall. It was almost a blur, but a good blur.
“You're right, Urza.” She felt silly for the thoughts that filled her head. She closed her eyes for a moment to clear her thoughts and regained her pace to match his. “Maybe we'll find some type of flower that will have the ability to keep us young.” How amazing that would be, she knew it wouldn't be true, but it was something else to think about than what she had been. She mused the idea of possible creatures they might see up on a mountain, but didn't know the slightest idea. She knew that some lions lived up in mountains, but she wasn't sure which ones.
“I do believe my tail might fall off from the cold.” In truth, it wasn't that cold, yet. It was still warm, just with a slight cold breeze to add a bit of a punch. The breeze was the only thing that was cold. Every time it blew past them, it gave shivers down her body. She was already missing the warmth she had been so use to. “Maybe there's some really hairy hares we could find.” She mused to herself mostly. “We could make nice leggings with them.” She said with a nod.
She didn't normally talk about wearing her dinner's furs, but the idea was now crossing the closer they became to this mountain. Her new determination was set in place, however. She wasn't going to back down now. She must keep reminding herself that. No doom awaited them at the top of this place... It was a hard thing to believe, but she must. Over and over in her head she told herself.
Urza liked the idea of a flower that could make life younger, though he didn't think he'd ever use it. As much as he loved living, he knew all things would die, and it was how the world went round. He didn't share his opinions with Natintrapa, however, he didn't want to upset her about her idea. “If there is, I bet it's quite lovely.” He said with a nod. “Maybe the flower would match your eyes.” He added with a bit of a smirk upon his face. He thought he had said that pretty smoothly.
“I will have to look for the hairiest hare when we get there.” He said with a nod. “Well, probably a couple if we both want to stay warm.” He chuckled at the thought. He had met lions in the past that had fur upon their body, but he had never got why they did it. Perhaps they were from a warmer area then he was in at the time, and they thought it was cold. It made sense, now that he thought about it. Sometimes it took a bit of experience for it to sink in.
“Or we'll find some big water buffalo that will be more hairy than my mane.” He said. His belly made a rumble noise when his thoughts went to a water buffalo. In all sense, he doubted that'd be possible, as well as doubted that there was water buffalo in the high mountains. Then again, who knew.
They were beginning to see more and more trees as they went, things were looking more green as well. Everything was changing before his eyes, slowly, but changing. It was interesting, and crazy all at once. Though, he shouldn't be too surprised on the situation. He had done the same sort of thing when he ventured to a swampland area. The change of land interested him slightly then, he never took too much time to notice the details, but now... Now things were different as he continued to move.
He looked over to Natintrapa and wondered if she, too, saw it. The rocks were also beginning to change looks. That was another thing he had noticed, but at first he thought he was just getting crazy. They were getting lighter AND darker.... He didn't put too much thought on it however, he didn't want to hurt his mind thinking on everything.
“I don't think there are flowers that match the color of my eyes.” She said trying to think about it. Of course, she hadn't seen very many flowers, and wouldn't really know. The idea flowed in her head, however, big orange flowers. Bigger than her head. They'd have to be big if they were to alter one's life, she decided. Though, his eyes would make a lovelier flower color. “I do believe they'd be more like your eyes,” She said with a nod. She didn't realize he was flirting with her at first, but eventually it came to her.
“Oh!” she started, “A fluffy water buffalo!” The idea made her giggle. “That would be something else, though I don't think I would find too much pleasure trying to eat it.” She admitted. It wouldn't be an easy task, eating something overly hairy. Maybe she was just over thinking it, and it was no different than eating a regular water buffalo. “All I know is that every day we get closer, it gets slightly more cold. Another shiver went down her spine at the thought of it. “But I should stop complaining.” She added with a nod. “This is part of the deal you get when wondering.” Of course, she didn't know too much about it, but it seemed about right.
Night was almost upon them, and Urza felt it was better that they stuck to traveling in the day time. He didn't know these lands, and even though he could see quite well at night, he preferred to be seen in the day. His mate had no problem with that. She knew he was the one that did wondering a lot before he met her. He wasn't use to being trusted so openly when they first met, but now it was something he enjoyed a lot.
"You're right, I don't think that there would be flowers to match your eyes." He said, "They're far more lovely than that of a flower." He added with a nod. It wasn't that he was trying to flatter her, but to him it was true. The flattering part was just a bonus. He liked to see her happy, and liked making her happy.
“We should find some shelter for the night.” He suggested finally. He didn't know how much light they had left here. It seemed to get darker earlier and earlier in this place they had found. He was also getting tired, and didn't want to walk anymore. His paws hurt, and he felt that he was beginning to get some blisters upon his pads. They didn't feel good, and he was sure she was having the same issues.
Natintrapa didn't argue with that, it did seem like the sun was very limited here, well maybe not that much... She nodded at him and smiled. “I'm sure there will be a nice tree and a large rock we can sleep upon for the night.” She decided that trees were good now. Even if she couldn't climb up them, they were good for blocking cold wind, as well as keeping them mostly dry when it rained. She decided a while ago she didn't like rain. They had gotten caught in a bad storm a few moons past. Wasn't her choice of fun.
“A big tree this time, it looks like it might rain.” She said as she studied the sky above. In truth, it didn't take long before they found a nice comfortable spot. They didn't find a good huge tree with a large enough rock next to it, but at least it was cover, as well as the fact that the next tree wasn't too far away to give them extra cover. It was almost as if the trees were starting to pop up like grass. There certainly was a lot of them recently.
It didn't take long before they both became comfortable and waited for the sun to depart and the darkness to arrive. Of course, there was a few more hours before that. Urza just wanted to make sure they had a nice place before the sun went down. And after eying the sky, he was incline to believe that it was going to rain, as well.
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