Sky
Alastair
The closer they get to the surface, the faster she moves. On the contrary, Oghren slows down. She nearly leaves him behind at times. When they finally emerge into the sun she is running. She falls on her side and curls in the snow, disregarding the cold, and he hears her giving fervent thanks to Mythal, the Creators, the ancestors, the Dread Wolf… even the Maker ends up in the list.
Oghren hesitates to step into the snow. He is staring up at the sky in trepidation.
"Sky," he mutters disgustedly, hands clasped firmly by his sides in order to disguise his shaking as he reluctantly steps forward.
"Sky," she echoes reverently, lying on her back covered in powdery snow, smiling blissfully.