Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Like before, she was far from a conversationalist. This proved to be somewhat of a challenge for him, because he considered himself able to hold conversations well. But there were enough subtle nuances to her body language that spoke volumes that only they would understand and this time, it may as well have been small talk about the weather. His eyes left her for a moment as though he would be able to find somewhere of better shelter, but nothing came about. And he would not take her into the plateau's grounds, instead holding them both at bay to be happened upon.

Bringing his gaze back around to her, Mordecai's lips twitched at the makings of a smile, knowing that the weather was far less pleasant than it had been in days. But it wasn't snow, it wasn't bitterly cold. Winter had come to pass by them both and now they were subject to whatever rolled up from the coastline and from the west. "I guess the rain means winter's over," he commented idly, this time drawing his gaze to the west and rightfully so, over the plateau itself. But the haze had long destroyed the view.