Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

For Stark this was the worst natural disaster he'd endured. It wasn't the same as squabbling over land or resources. Those petty disagreements were nothing compared to the way they had to work to just make it day to day. Stark couldn't fathom dealing with it as Harlyn and Mordecai had - with three little children along for the ride. Hell, he had been playing surrogate to Tambourine and it was hard enough with just one. 

Stark nodded, listening as the male spoke. Apparently it had been an issue for some of the lands, but nothing that Stark had seen had showing to still recovering. Everything was dead as it was, at least until the past couple weeks, so any evidence would be long gone. "I'm eager to see everything once it blooms again. The lands just sort of....blended, with everything gone like this." Stark said evenly. "The place I was born was different - one of those sorts of pleasant lands, trees, open plains. I didn't have much experience with mountains until I struck out on my own." He admitted. 

"The Crook is still strange to me. I spent a couple seasons on my own mostly, and being crammed together is unsettling sometimes." It was one of the things that hadn't really grown on him, but, maybe with winter it would be a benefit and not just an oddity.