After a flight full of turbulences, they finally landed and made it to the hotel. The view from the window stopped them cold — Stormfjell, exactly as the book had described it, massive and silent, like it had been waiting there for a very long time.
They took a bath to wash off the journey, and when they were done they settled in to watch a movie. Zander was the only one actually watching it.
Jöstr had gotten up and was standing by the window, staring at the mountain. The valleys, the peaks, the snow — he had brought the book but wasn't reading it anymore. He didn't need to. Tösk had climbed up onto the armchair, hands resting on the back of it, staring at Stormfjell too. He couldn't explain why it felt so familiar.
"Tomorrow we hike," Jöstr said. "I want to find that cave," Tösk added immediately, his tail moving on its own.
From the couch, without looking up from the screen, Zander stretched his legs out and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah. But first we rest."
Nobody argued. A while later they both drifted back to the couch, Jöstr sinking into the sofa and Tösk curling up between the two of them. The movie was still playing.
