Lost Creek Hollow cause the best part is falling.

In a way, he could have cursed himself for not remembering such things. At the time, the skies above them may as well have been more than just a pretty picture. They were stars that had guided him, if only directionally, time and time again. But it wasn't like he could simply make a short trip to seek out his father for a lesson again, and truthfully Mordecai could not have gauged how such a return would have been received. If he could remember the way, honestly.

Harlyn's query removed him gently from his continued study of the astral plane above them, and his gaze lingered on her features. "Anywhere's fine," he said with a faint smile forming. "Did you have somewhere in mind?" Perhaps she had found some little nook to show him, as there were still parts of the Hollow left up to their discovery. Time would reveal the majority of them, though it would take some time before they knew the ins and outs completely.

Still, he was content to bed down with her wherever she decided, whether it was beneath the sky or the reassuring canopy of trees.