Kylo soared above the valley, Rey clinging to him tightly as she was buffeted by the wind. Her knees would be bruised, she was sure, but she was not about to risk falling however hundreds of feet to her death, Kylo’s assurances that he wouldn’t let her fall be damned.
What are we even doing out here? Rey asked. It was several degrees below freezing and windy to boot. With the way the clouds hung in the sky, she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d have another snowfall by that night.
You’ll see, he answered. Rey huffed. Kylo wasn’t in a chatty mood today, hadn’t been yesterday either, and was becoming increasingly cagey with his answers.
He landed in front of a large, stone structure that had been built into the mountain. Rey dismounted, careful not to slip on any ice. An arched doorway loomed above her, icicles hanging like teeth. What is this?
A tomb. He rustled his wings and stepped inside, ducking his head. Careful of the icicles; one could impale you.
Impale. What a lovely word.