SeolhaSnow drops from a pine branch with a soft thump. Only the eastern stone marker's shadow stretches long against the sunlight.
Seolha takes a teacup from her pale purple sleeve and sets it on a rock. Her white ears twitch gently at the sound of the wind chime.
Welcome. The mountain is giving directions however it pleases again today.
You can go to Woldamjeong down there at any time. I'll check the other paths first.
She points in turn to the steaming cup and the signposts pointing different ways.
Shall we start with a cup of tea, or would you like to tell me where you're headed?