Even Meren made it through. Though he swore under his breath the entire time.
Lindarion reached the far edge of the dip. Looked up.
The view stretched farther now. A long slope curling around the side of the mountain, vanishing into white. The snow fell harder here. The wind pushed it straight sideways, stealing heat from every breath.
He could feel the sting against the skin beneath his scarf now.
Ren muttered something ahead. She stomped her boot down into a patch of snow and shook her hands out.
"This is ridiculous."
Ardan grunted. "You wanted the climb."
"Yeah, well. I changed my mind."
Lira looked back at them, voice sharp.
"How far?" Meren asked, his voice muffled.
"Far enough to still matter."
Lindarion didn't comment.
He just kept walking.