falkensfjord Mountaintop Experiences [ATTN: Solaria, Closed]

[Dio]

 

The high latitudes held a strange charm to Daedalus.  Maretonia’s seaside geography near warm currents meant he rarely saw snow at home, though travels throughout Equestria had rapidly dispossessed him of that deprivation.  The summer near Falkensfjord was mild.  The heaths grew green and the forests tall, every bit of flora and fauna in full display.  But above the tree line, snow still capped the peaks of the mountaintops.  The Coil, as it was known colloquially, encompassed the entirety of the alpine forests and high peaks in arguably the wildest part of Aquellia.

 

Calling it a vacation would be an overstatement.  His stay at the resort was little more than an overnight layover before he would board an airship at Falkensfjord to take him to his next destination.  His previous client had been rather... generous with their payment.  The resort booking was one of many excesses given in thanks.

 

The trail led to an observation platform just shy of the summit.  In the off months, the alpine resort that maintained the trail was largely deserted save for the few diehards who summer-skied.  Thus Daedalus found himself alone.  He breathed deeply of the mountain air and loosed his aetheric senses, feeling out the ley flow around him.  Away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities and the magical buzz of the streets of Canterlot, it was far easier to sense and manipulate magic.

 

Having been in crowds for the past few jobs and with much on his mind after his run-ins in the Saarvagerg arena, the courts of Canterlot, and the seedier parts of Stalliongrad, some peace and quiet was refreshing...