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Sorry for teh short.
sléibhte=mountains
cnoic=hills
Just so you know =)
In Nocht's native tongue there was a word for hill and a word for mountain. Cnoc was hill
and sliabh was mountain and she was pretty sure she could tell the difference. As she stood
at the foot of Montagne Orientali she suddenly realised that all the sléibhte she had seen
at home were in actual fact just cnoic. All the hills she had seen were probably just piles
too, compared the awesome mound before her. It was awesome, as in awe inspiring. For a
moment while her eyes roamed it's surface before her she forgot to breathe.
She had seen the mountains in the distance of course. Acheron Peak lay beside the borders
of Storm, deceptively quiet while it plotted to dump a load of snow on them all. (It hadn't
been the most pleasant way to meet the rest of her pack.) But there was something about
them, almost as if they lay on the edge of her consciousness until she looked right at them
and only then realised the enormity of their... enormity. She cocked her head to the side,
her eyes tracing a path up the side. It wasn't steep at first and the ground was clear for
most of the way. Nocht had always been too curious for her own good, but had been quiet and
shy so far since she had landed on 'Souls shores, cowed by her own unease in the unfamiliar
surroundings. Out of sight of anyone else she found her courage bolstered as she began to
ascend the foot of a mountain, she wasn't sure which one. She had some 'sploring to do.