Irade
May 20 7:15 pm BT – 5:15 pm UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China
The sun hung low in the sky, refusing to go down. Irade could feel the air rushing past her, the soft rhythm of Black Wind's running rocking her like a baby. She held tight onto his fur, not because she felt like she was going to fall off (despite the high speed) but because Black Wind was warm.
They were running up the mountain, in the snow, dodging wet rocks and the occasional tree. They hadn't reached the peak of the mountain, but they had reached the point where it would have snow all year round. Probably. Irade was only assuming that from all the snow she could see around her.
Not that she could see much.
Irade looked up at the sun, and glared at it, somewhat annoyed.