Grace stumbled out of the collapsing cave entrance and immediately face-planted into a snowbank.
She blinked, spitting out some snow.
[Good going, Grace. Dignified. Very heroic.]
"GRACE!"
Petriel's voice cut through the rumbling. Hands grabbed her shoulders, hauled her upright. Green hair and golden eyes filled her vision as the healer checked her for injuries.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Grace wheezed. "Mostly. The Mountain's having feelings now."
"Having what?" Valkyrie landed beside them, silver hair whipping in the wind from the geological tantrum happening behind them.
"Feelings. Lots of them. All at once." Grace spat out snow. "She lost her stagnation. And, well, it turns out when you bottle up emotions for centuries and then pop the cork, things get messy."
Another scream that sounded vaguely joyful and vaguely angry echoed from inside the mountain. A chunk of cliff face decided gravity was optional and started floating upward.
"We should go," Valkyrie said.
