Mitsaki wonders up to one of the scented landmarks she marked as a small cliff on the mountain facing the side of where the rises each mourning making the snow a lovely light orange color as the sun rises over it as she stands on the rocks and flares her nostrils inhaling the fresh mourning as she then gazes over the landscape of the snow covered mountains and the fresh green landscape lower close to thr mountains as she the pricks her ears to a sound and scrambles under a part of the cliff
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