The younger silver-haired princed looked up as Asbel came toward the small group. His eyes widened in mild surprise. Asbel's hair was cut short! The young man wondered why the phoenix would do such a thing. Ah, well. He looked better with short hair anywyas. Narrowing his eyes in disgust he would even think that, Frey scoffed, unlike his brother. "Tired of your girly locks, birdie?" He mocked rudely before wiping his hands on the ankles of his pants and following Cassius. 

Frey could smell it again, even as they continued to walk for hours. It was the smoky, wild scent of burning wood. The trees were tall and mostly barren, though at the tops, pine needles seemed to cover the surface of the branches. They were a very rich black color. The storm clouds were back, but they seemed quiet rather than angry today. 

The irregular ups and downs of the Snap-Spires made it difficult to navigate. There was no path- they were relying almost completely on Cassius' acute and accurate sense of direction. Frey did have an off amount of faith in the dragon, and didn't worry about getting lost. He only watched for thotns and other sharp objects. Soon, however, Frey began to feel a strange feeling on the back of his neck. Augustine, Cassius, and Asbel must had felt it as well. 

"Are we nearing the mountain..?" Frey asked aloud, feeling some kind of energy. It was a raw, pure energy.