~Valeria~
The wind in this canyon was absolutely brutal, like getting slapped in the face by an ice cube that wouldn't quit. I yanked my cloak tighter, but it was basically useless.
Why is every magical quest in the freezing cold? Just once I wanna find a mystical artifact at a beach. With drinks. And no death.
Alerion had his sword out, walking point like he was auditioning for Lord of the Rings or something. He kept looking back at me every three seconds, his eyes doing that scanning thing where he checked literally everything for threats.
Which, okay, was probably smart considering where we were. Creepy forest canyon, looking for a magic rock, wolves everywhere. Something was definitely about to go wrong.
And because the universe loves proving me right at the worst times, like a do
