Hoshor Plains with a cloud that's way too high

sure, she said.  that was an easy enough answer.  sleep was often something she had difficulties with as of late.  as long as it meant she didn't have to talk about how her first night in northstar vale, after she had been patched up, she had come to mato and asked —

do you have a favorite  yes, that.  and he had spun her the tale of artemis, and now there was a girl she cared about that reminded her much of that goddess, and now she was playing out her first meeting with the moonbeam prince again only this time it was with a man of darker pelt and (hopefully) a more interesting life.