Sequoia Coast because i could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me

The forest sounds like a nice place but bit of information that catches her attention is the neighboring territory. One next to another, so close, seems a little strange but she doesn’t press for more. Instead, the question is turned upon her and she licks her lips once before answering.

“Further inland, on a mountain. We neighbor a glacier on the other side of a river,” she explains. “But I was born on the coast, several weeks travel north of here. We moved south last winter,” she adds with no interest of spilling the details to a total stranger. The young woman is kind enough, and she does not feel threatened, but the information is better left unsaid in the wake of the unknown.