Blacktail Deer Plateau the shadows go like ghosts across your road

Her voice brought him back to her and her agrement earned a nod from his head. Yes, spring was definitely approaching. Spring had been the point at which he had claimed he would leave the plateau, but there was plenty he felt he still had to do before that. Repaying a debt he felt certain he owed among those, but Mordecai did not feel fit for travel at any length. Every day was better than the last, but it was a slow going process, and as he learned there was only so much that Blue Willow had been able to do with the absence of herbs from winter.

"There are some, yes," he answered her, though leery in saying so. He didn't think it was the wisest thing, but it also seemed unlike her to be curious of such things. Yet she was female and perhaps the inclination was there all the same. Spring was a season of many things, something that he knew well. And that was in part of why he wanted back onto the road to travel, to avoid the potential commitments that came with the season. He tilted his head, an implication of the curiosity lurking behind, unspoken from his answer. Why did she want to know that, of all things?