Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

Sorry again, I fail at short rounds

Finally everyone had chosen a stone and the game could continue. Mason listened carefully to his Dad’s instructions, making sure he knew what he could do. He noted he was able to do something that wasn’t physical. Maybe a song or a poem? Or maybe he could find something for his giftee.

Mason’s tail began to drum a steady tune on the ground when he was informed that he had chosen the stone that was Uncle Steady’s. Excellent! That made it well easy to find something, because he knew Uncle Steady really well. Also he knew that anything he did find would be appreciated for what it was, even if it wasn’t anything amazing. 

Mason got to his feet, said his goodbyes, and danced out of the clearing excitedly, ready to start planning his surprise.