[—it is, though, similar to wundagore mountain, but it is not like it either. the grounds are not cursed, otherwise she would feel it—the connection with her magic, the way repulsive energy crawls from her feet to her head.

regardless, the point stands that this is not a place either of them have been in before. not this particular mountain, anyway. in any case, it is easy to tell that all that is happening to them right now has to do with the singularity having one of its usual fluctuations, but to trap them here, in the horizon? now that she's truly trying to remove herself from it, she finds that the inhospitable wants them to stay.

her hands reach for the fireplace, letting her palms warm in the glow of the fire.]

Illusions can be as harmful as reality.

[she would know, as she's been responsible for wiring the fears of strong men to use against them, fueling their anxieties to break them from the inside out. wanda casts her glance away from her companion.]

Between this and disease spreading in Solvunn...

[frowning, wanda draws her hands back, crosses her arms and brings them flush to herself.]

You said you were trying to leave? Were you hurt?

[the biting cold is different. it feels too real. are injuries, too?]