panic, nothing more.
The kin stood, looking out the doorway. I waited until I felt my legs would hold me before I did the same.
It was nothing but white up here, frozen and beautiful. We landed on a platform that must have been where the skycar used to stop, old evidence of the trolley’s machinery hung against the wall, long unused.
I looked back to see Kewyn pulling a coat on over her padded outfit and replacing her helmet with a fur hat. Rio was doing something similar, protecting his sensitive ears from the cold. I walked to the back of the ship and pulled on some mittens that Kewyn felt kind enough to lend to me. When I turned around, there was something furry shoved in front of me.
I almost shouted all the reasons that I was not going to wear an animal pelt on my head, but the dragon-kin looked down at me seriously. His gaze told me that he was not going to let me go outside until I put it on. I grumbled, knowing that my ears would not survive this air without protection. Reluctantly, I took the fur hat and placed it on my head, covering it with my hood. I made a silent apology to my ancestors and the animal that gave its hide to warm my ears.
Once we were all bundled up, Kewyn and Rio led the way off the ship onto the platform. The blonde closed the ship’s door, and checked the hooks that secured the ship to the platform. Satisfied, she turned and walked into the Spire, down a slippery set of stairs and into a thick field of snow that had not been whipped off by the wind.
The rest of us followed her into the deep cave that plunged into the mountain. The snow crunching under my hooves was cold of course, but the shiver that traveled down my spine was not due to that. I was sure that if this place was the same as the shrine outside Readimina and the temple of Eigiollys, there was going to be trouble ahead.
I glanced at the determined faces of the others, and felt myself a little comforted. If I was with them, surely we could figure out any problem that came our way.