As she climbed the slope of the rise, a fair gust of wind took that moment to toussle her already windblown coat. It was warmer than it had been, or so Vesper told herself, but she felt the slightest of inclinations to shiver. She stifled it. If she started now with that nonsense then it only would get worse and before it was all said and done she would be apt to shiver herself to pieces... or something like that.
Slicking her ears back against her head as she crested the uneven terrain, she felt a pang of dismay. The meadow seemed to stretch on and on for as far as she could see, barring some of the rocky outcroppings that choked any sign of the flowering color out. At least the mountains were closer, though she hadn't the first clue what to think about them. Those too were larger than she had ever anticipated -- in fact, they were overwhelming. She cast a glance back behind her to find it void of any sign that she was here with someone; it had been days since she had either spied out a familiar face or tail to follow. Vesper didn't know what to make of that, either.
So instead of continuing on, she opted to sit, resting tired limbs and feet. Perhaps if she could get her thoughts together, she could figure out her next move from there.
Maybe.