Silvertip Mountain Light of a clear blue morning

Day smiled wryly at her good humor, and then listened attentively to her thoughts.

Her explanation made sense - actually, he'd gathered that much. Still, he gave a hum of agreement and looked out over the meadows that surrounded them. Everything seemed very healthy and green, and though Day had never gone through a winter in the area, he couldn't imagine one cold enough to freeze this giant hunk of ice to the top of a mountain.

"Must've been a cold, wet winter," he replied, bending his head to push his nose against the ice. How long has it been here, anyway? he thought. "But I guess it would happen over time, right?"

Her guess was as good as his, at this point. Day's wisdom only went so far.