Arrow Lake Loch

The bigger white graystone stood there and Etienne wasn't exactly feeling hospitable, but he also had been raised with good manners. So he knew he'd have to answer back, it was only polite.

'ello. His accent lilting and strange on the mountain land. But the one he loved of his own. He tilted his head forward, and ghosted a few more steps to stand nearer.

Just came to look at it. Reminds me a bit of 'ome.