Blacktail Deer Plateau One

Dante was not a story-teller by trade, yet the way he described the place, the emotions he put in his words, made all the difference. It had been a while, since Osprey had imagined something, but her mind knew, how to draw - make words into pictures - and soon she saw, what her friend had seen. In a way it was something familiar, because both her birth place and Stavanger bay, which had been her home for a month last year, had been located near an ocean. So... all in all... the move would take them to a place, which was new, yet a bit familiar at the same time.

At some point through his speech she opened her eyes to look at Dante and had to smile, for he was caught in the moment and day-dreaming alongside her. The sound of his voice was suddenly mesmerizing and while she observed him, wishing very badly that her poor sight offered more detail, she was mesmerized by his voice and part of her wished that he would continue to tell the story and not stop.