
Inanna takes exactly 12 steps up the hill before realizing that she is not at all dressed, or up for, this kind of running.
Come to a job, he says. Just take the ferry. No problem. There'd better be a good reason why we couldn't do this from a nice, even a crummy, bar. Inanna's boots threaten to stick in the mud, and she struggles to keep putting one foot in front of the other, almost exclusively looking down as she does so, when suddenly she feels herself lifting up, her feet leave the mud, and Inanna panics, thinking at first that she's falling. But the sensation is just the opposite. While she's no longer tethered to the side of the mountain, the direction Inanna is going is up, just a meter or so off the ground. She looks around helplessly, to see Ivory Tower's smiling face, as she leads the way.
"Thanks, omae," she says softly, knowing that IT can't hear her, but scared to speak any louder for fear of what else it up here with them.
When the storm rolls in suddenly, Inanna pulls her jacket around close. At least if she was walking, she could build up a little body heat, but still, the ride is much better than trying to navigate the path below on foot. She seriously doubts her ability to keep up with the rest of the team should that be the case. Still, the hail, the bitter wind, it chills Inanna to the bone as they make their trek upward. When the storm clears, and they find themselves at the top, she's relieved when her feet touch the ground again, and Inanna cleans her boots off on a nearby rock.
When she approaches the lake, Inanna literally has to catch her breath. For a brief moment the cold, the storm, the elements of the climb, all leave her mind, and she stands transfixed.
Beautiful. It takes a moment before she realizes that the old lady is talking to her, and somewhat numb, Inanna accepts the candle and mumbles a brief thank you. When she does look down, she has a little trouble making sense of the flint and steel. She flirts with the idea of asking James to light her candle for her, but something about the lake makes her want to do this herself. She strikes once, twice, three times before she's able to get a good spark,but once she does, the candle gleams to life, and she feels immediately better.