Moonspear don't know just where you've been

Easily encouraged by those he admired like her, he bobbed his head without a second thought in it. Burnt woods, hell yes. "Let's," he parroted back and pranced lightly, although held his motion in close until she took to the clear-cut lead. Following her trot's pace, he readily opened up a merry jog all of his own. If she had been further at his age, then he had no reason to believe she didn't know what she was doing.

As for the mountain, his sights scanned its way narrowed into a scrunching squint--although not just so he could see the mountain in the distance any better. He was considering the sight of all of Moonspear like that for the first time so clearly. Not being the kind to leave yet didn't help him understand what exactly all of Moonspear even looked like. Instead he could just imagine its features from his point of view: right here. Anyway. "Ohh, the top??" he asked, eyes big again, because of course their home was better but ascending to such lofty heights was still impressive, even for the mountain-born prince. "So is Moonspear even bigger than that?" With her back to him, she probably wouldn't see but he jutted his nose towards Silvertip's distant outline too. "Does anyone live on Silvertip?" He had a lot to find out about suddenly. Jarilo could (and would) prattle off questions all day if she let him. He was game to follow along, all ears, to whatever she would share.