Silvertip Mountain Beanstalks And Broomsticks

Chaska had expected a reply on the morale, like June and Mason had given him. Instead, he was asked a question. Did not surprise him too much, though, and he answered her question without a fuss and a shake of his head. "No. But his friend could still speak to him, every night." He realised the story may have been too sad for her.

"So, did you like the story?" he asked curiously. He loved to have a response, bad or good. It helped him in what to create for the next tale he tells. "If you ever want to hear another one, just come find me. And maybe, just maybe I can teach you a few tricks about storytelling. Would you like that?"