Seb was following close, now behind her and carving up, snow throwing itself up as the snow banks of the cavernous glacier began to shallow out, only making them even nicer kickers. Seb was right behind her, almost underneath the moment she flew over and took the 540 she did, sticking away to get the shot, and he knew he'd have his own fun. But it was a hell of a sight to see, Ellie pulling the turn like butter, eloquent and pushing a serious stunt right in full view, it was almost a moment that threw Seb into a slowed down state of mind, totally in his flow. There was a lovely bubble almost of ice, and on his two skis, he could hit the angle right, using the momentum to turn before he'd hit the ice, flipping elegantly in a left-hand down flat spinning 270 cork, landing backwards before skidding over a light ramp to undo the backward landing on the other side of the raised bubble, side by side with Ellie, whooping with joy as he did. 

The glacier began to deepen in it's crevasses, as he knew it was becoming more shallow, Seb letting Ellie take the front, the speeds dropping now, the crevasse deepening and dropping further and further, the blue ice walls to their side, the sunlight above. On this icy and snowy mix, it was difficult to go fast, and a couple of kickers were nice to at least kick out against the walls, it felt gentler, calmer, the speed burning off with the number of turns it gave, the ice unstable and slippery, no real push needed to keep the speed on. And it felt calm. It felt real. And in front of him, was Ellie Dorian, carving and dropping away occasionally when the crevasse's geometery changed, Seb sticking to the banks and using the camber to run the walls where the centre dropped away, no tricks really needed here, given it felt like riding inside a very tight pipe without the lid, the navy and ocean blue walls to their side incredible to the view. The crevasse began to peter out, as it began to widen out, the sight of a large moulin, or a glacial pothole coming up ahead. A big hole that went into the bottom of the glacier....and given it was about 150m deep of sheer ice and subglacial conduits that it went to, that was probably a good place to pack it in and stop. The drop wasn't even the biggest deal- it was just not somewhere you could go, and with the limited mountaineering gear Seb had brought, clambering out from this spot was all he wanted for today- no doubt Ellie knew that much too.

Skidding to a stop, he looked across at Ellie, a shit-eating grin on his face as he pulled his neckscarf down a little further, wiping the powder from his goggles and his helmet, breathing out as he lay back and sat down in the powder, out of words and breath, out of anything he could really say.
"That was....okay, that was crazy..." Seb said, unable to really properly convey how happy he was, as he sat up, unclipping from his skis from his feet, and burying them into the snow bank behind, nice and secure for now, to take a look at the moulin, the gentle trickle of water audible. It was a small waterfall to their left, as Seb looked up, the water pouring into the hole, the size of about a van or so, the kind of hole that looked like a portal to another world almost. He looked then to Ellie, grinning as he glanced at the route they'd come down, walking over, arms out to hug her.

"We did it, I can't believe that....that was so good!" Seb embraced her, just utterly running with endorphins, it felt like they'd conquered it and made it their own. And yet...he knew it wasn't because he was alone. It was because he was with her, and they'd done it, together. And suddenly, something felt very real, as they both sat on the snow bank, everything suddenly just not mattering to Seb. He had found the person he wanted to be with, more than anyone else. Because Ellie Dorian wasn't just a ski partner. Or another person who could carve the lines that he did just as well, if not better. She was someone he was realising right there and then, mattered more than just that. She was the only person who had ever pushed him, and he had pushed her back, and they were doing something right. This wasn't casual. This was real, this was more real than anything Seb had ever felt before. Life didn't feel mindless, if it didn't, now what was before did. This felt like it had purpose, and he felt absolutely right about it all. And he didn't know if she felt that way too. But it was right there Sebastian Rietch knew that things weren't just good, they were fucking awesome. And it wasn't because he was sitting by the side of a moulin, or had skied a line that many would struggle to believe if it wasn't for the footage. It was for the companion that had joined him and now, he knew he only wanted more of. 

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Ross chuckled, as they pulled another 90 degree, on the home straight to home now, to Kimberly's.
"So that's how it happened. You ended up realising you were both as insane as each other, after you know, jumping off cliffs and posting something that half redefined the runs of glaciers. Gotta say, that sounds pretty incredible. "
"That we did. Mer de Glace, or Sea of Ice, is the most well known glacier run that they did before that, but Alto dell'Ortles, the glacier one we went down, we defined that one. The ice always changes in that area, so perhaps now it's totally different. But we made it ours. And I guess me and Ellie were symbiotic. There were a lot of slo-mo shots in that one, moments where I was above her, or she was above me, pulling a mad smile and a trick. Pure paradise." Seb said, as he drunk a bit more from his water bottle.

"And now here we are. Still doing the same. Now all we have to do is get you to do a jump." Seb added, Ross scoffing almost a little.
"Yeah right....I think I know my place. You know, on the ground."
"Ellie will convince you if I can't." Seb chuckled, as Ross pulled in on the pavement, parking up in front of the house, the party slowly dying out, just calming down really after it's peak earlier on, as he sighed, shaking his head.

"Maybe. Knowing her....still, gotta say. Today was cool. Feel free to crash on our sofa if you can't make it back after." Ross added, as he killed the engine, stepping out of his M4, Seb following from his side, as they headed towards the house.
"Thanks man. Shouldn't you consult your..."
"She's probably offered Ellie it already." Ross chuckled, as they went through the door, 
"Yeah, I bet." 

The party was still in full swing, as Seb dragged in his gear, seeing Ellie, Kimberly and a few other racers around, as Ross headed over to Kimberly, hugging her and gently kissing her on the forehead, gently chuckling.
"All good?"