Silvertip Mountain We made these memories for ourselves

Mason grinned as June followed him, shedding her tiredness like a cloak. He did indeed lead the way, bounding over small twigs and rocks like they were giant felled trees and boulders, sure that June would be enjoying the game too. 

As they neared the Glass Caves, Mason slowed – although June had done well at keeping up he knew she would be tiring soon. He cast his gaze around, searching for the landmarks he had memorised. He soon saw the twisted tree which had a beak like a raven. He angled left, cutting around the edge of the entrance to the glass caves, avoiding it. Instead they were going around the outskirts, and he could see the rocky ledges leading high up over the structure. 

It wasn’t long before he spotted another landmark. This one he motioned to June. “Kay, so you see we have come around from the entrance to the cave? Now when you are alone and scared you have to remember real good, and look out for this here." He led her towards a tree which sprouted from between three large rocks. It was stunted and wiggly, and looked a bit like a snake as it wound its spindly way into the sky. “What do you think it looks like? So’s you can remember next time, you should try and remember a thing it reminds you of.”