Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

There was something almost enchanting about the male, and the way he talked so lovingly about the lands where he came from. She could picture white bears swimming, even though it sounded very strange- bears that could swim better than wolves? Why would a bear ever need to swim better than a wolf? She wondered that for a moment, until she tried to picture a landscape covered in snow- dropping off to a cold and frigid sea. It made sense, then- waters that might be too cold for a wolf would still probably suit a bear. As for the lights that danced in the sky, she tried to picture it- glancing up to the sky even though she wasn't aware of it- but fell far short. Of course, it wasn't mentioned that the lights that danced in the sky did so at night- but even in daytime, what Niamh pictured was beautiful. 

She had almost drifted off into a beautiful daydream, lulled by the gentle tones of his deep voice, when he asked her about where she was from. She was jarred back into reality, and how dull and boring it was where she lived. "Oh, yeah. Not like...Right around here- probably like two months' travel from here, at a leisurely pace, but it's pretty much all the same stuff. Trees, birds, lakes and things." Why couldn't she talk as pretty as he did? "Can you like...Tell me more about your homeland? It just sounds...Beautiful." She said, sitting down then, hoping he might keep talking the way he just had. It was a treat, like listening to a storyteller spin a tale for a pup. It didn't hurt, at all, that the male was also easy on the eyes- there was something about his expression and the way the colour of his eyes seemed to change with the light, the way water would move under a different sun.