Fahima exhaled, her eyes shining brightly in the morning sunbeams. As cold as her exterior seemed, It was hard for her to withhold her feelings of excitement as she neared the mountains of Hispera! As a child she had read books about all of Araethen, but nothing captivated her more than the aspect that there was snow atop these peaks. She had not once laid eyes upon the frigid sky sand, and she knew that it would be a sight to behold!
Sadly the main goal of her outing would be dedicated to pure, physical, exertion. Just because she was training to be an exorcist did not mean that she should let her acrobatics fall to the wayside. As a Hare, she naturally possessed very strong legs, which granted her great speed and agility, but her arms were nothing to boast about. Today she made it her mission to try and rely solely on her forelimbs to scale the more vertical areas of the mountains. It was going to be a long few days, but she knew she had to toughen up. She wasn't sitting in the lap of luxury anymore, and she was determined to adapt.
Pulling some cloth from her bag, she began to work it into some supplies she would need to facilitate her climb; unlike Snowshoe Hare Thork, she was not as well equipped for the frigid temperatures, and would need a bit of extra warmth. Ripping a section of the cloth into some small bandages, she proceeded to wrap them around her palms to protect her pads from the sharp rocks. After that she tore the remaining fabric into two pieces; one was used as a makeshift scarf which she wove around her neck and face, leaving only her eyes, nose and ears exposed for defensive purposes. The other she wrapped around her waist.
This left only one thing...
"Fahi, Fahi wait for me!"
Fahima's ears drooped and her expression melted into one of agitation. She had forgotten that the hyper active Avian, Olaf, was tagging along. One would think an Avian would be able to keep up with their powerful wings, but not this one. This one had decided she would like to go branching, all the way through the forest... For fun.
"I have not left yet." Fahima said in a rather dull voice. On any other occasion she probably would have barked at the creature to hurry up, but luckily for her the woods ended here. So she felt it best not to start any sort of conflict. So, opening her pack, she took the time to rummage around the foot of the mountain, collecting small rocks which she then dumped into her bag.
"Fahi, Fahi, I did it! I Branched all the way here! I told you I could..." Her voice trailed off as she spotted the bag full of rocks, and she cocked her head in confusion "why are you filling your bag with rocks?"
Fahima swung the pack up over her shoulders and fastened it tightly around her waist and chest for extra support. "I am not overly weighty, this will make my body more cumbersome, and my training more effective."
"Cumbersome.....? Don't be silly. I think it will just make you more heavy." She chirped gleefully.
Fahima rolled her eyes and smiled weakly; she did not hate the Avian, on the contrary, she considered her a friend. But sometimes she could be a little unbearable with all of her questions and limited vocabulary, especially when Fahima wanted to concentrate all of her mind power on the task at hand. She was beginning to get used to it though; Olaf had shown her unconditional kindness, and she would not betray that bond.
"I am going to begin climbing now. Shall I meet you at that ledge?" Fahima inquired, pointing straight up to a piece of the mountain that jutted off to the side, forming a flat surface. "I will break there" She added, jumping up and wedging her hand into a crack to use as an anchor.
Olaf smiled her goofy grin, and Fahima watched as she ascended to the meeting spot with just a few great sweeps of her wings. "No pressure!" She screeched over the edge, as she hung her head over to watch Fahima work. Fahima did indeed feel a little unnerved by the audience but was determined, more so now than ever, to succeed. And so, with a deep breath, she began to heave herself up the cliffside.
It proved to be very difficult at first; quite a few times she had to give up and hang for a moment to regain her composure. Olaf offered to come down and get her each time of course, but she wasn't about to throw in the towel on her first day!
About forty minutes passed and she was just a meter or so away from reaching her destination when her arm finally seized and she was rendered unable to continue. "Argh" She grunted as quietly as possible. She did not want Olaf to hear and pull her up when she was so close to reaching her goal! Though try as she might she could not hide the expression of pain on her face.
"Fahi!" Olaf exclaimed worriedly "Please, let me help!"
Fahima was now dangling from the cliffside by one arm "It is okay, I can handle it." It was a ruse of course, there was no way she would be able to pull herself up, her body was beginning to really feel the burn and her limbs were shaking.
"It doesn't look okay!" Olaf continued. Looking a little panicked, she got her feet and began to reach down to Fahima with one of her talons, bracing the edge with the other.
"Don't!" Fahima shouted. "I need to do this by mysel-" Her voice was whipped away from her by the wind as she lost her grip and began to plummet towards the bottom of the mountain.