Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

if wintersbane's pause draws her curiosity she does not pry and for that the tundrian is undoubtedly grateful. he doesn't particularly want to talk about his past ...not when his future deserves his energy and focus. he cannot reverse time and change what has happened, but he can control the course of his future. "ok," the tundrian accepts in response, his glacial gaze studying her face carefully, if not a bit wearily as she starts off with 'i have a question'. his weariness in his response created simply by the sudden shyness that appears to have overtaken her as she looks away, making him wonder the nature of her inquiry. admittedly, this only makes him more curious than it does anything else. the actual question itself comes as a slight surprise and he's a bit taken aback by it. whatever he was expecting, if anything at all, it hadn't been an invitation to play a game. "what kind of game did you have in mind?" he asks, unable to shake the slight weariness he's originally felt completely.