Dragon Canyon (2)

On the 27th of September, amidst a landscape so breathtakingly cold that even the sun seemed to shiver, a sigh of exhaustion fluttered through the air, momentarily warming the cheeks of the glaciers.

Seraphine, standing firm against the icy gusts, turned just in time to witness Ericka's descent onto the snow, an impromptu snow angel minus the enthusiasm.

"Finally, we're here..." Ericka murmured, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand steps, each one regretted the moment it was taken.

Her declaration, however, was met with a gentle, almost a frown from Seraphine.

"It's still a kilometre more," Seraphine corrected, her tone suggesting this was merely a minor detail Ericka had conveniently overlooked.

"...what?" The disbelief in Ericka's voice was so tangible, it almost warranted its own set of thermal clothing.