aava manages to get her toes into a foothold, having barely enough rock to stand on. her hand is beginning to cramp up due to these tiny holds, she’ll need to find ground or use a piton soon.

this side of kami is the most approachable for climbers, or anyone with a death wish, but that doesn’t mean it’s forgiving. brutal winds, storms and rain all work against them until they die from exposure.

aava looks up, shaking her fingers and blowing on them as she does. there might be a small patch of ground up ahead, if she can just force her body to move.