[b][h2][centre]Síobhra[/centre][/h2][/b]

As with many journeys of the sort, the earliest leg of the trek to the Grey Mountains was rife with peaceful countryside and uneventful days. Certainly, it must have been welcome to some, but for Síobhra, it all reeked of time wasted. When travelling alone, stretches such as these meant longer journeys, as without notable danger, strength and stamina could be expended lengthening the travel day and distance covered. But with the eclectic group gathered at that tavern, there were those among them who welcomed the easy days. Unwilling to expend coin on what she regarded as leisure, Síobhra scavenged and slept under the stars most nights that week as though there were no inn nearby to welcome her. Indeed, in that first week, it was only the curious among her fellow Sypharim who even became properly acquainted with her, for Síobhra most often flew at an elevation which made her easy to confuse with a simple bird.

When the group left the comfortable trappings of civilization, it at last became clear beyond her words that Síobhra did indeed intend to travel with them as a proper member of the group. Though she remained somewhat aloof, she flew closer to the ground, pitched camp with the others, readily took part in pathfinding excursions, and even offered remedy to those with sore muscles from the rough terrain. 

It was with the soreness of others that Síobhra contributed her first remarks of any conviction to the group at large. After Tárwen’s question, the Sylph offered her proposal. “Shelter would be ideal. This far up, the weather can get bad very quickly. Why don’t we Sylpharim scout the outskirts and see if the entrance is clear? If it is, then we can proceed slowly. Half of us can set up camp at the first point protected from the elements, and the other half can scout a bit further, then we fortify in place. We can use some of the snow to make a small barrier to help us with that. Then, we stay quiet and prepare extra lookouts.”