Rising Sun Valley You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

She appeared to find his awkwardness amusing, which brought him relief if not a little sheepishness, and he returned an easy smile. She even offered to introduce him to a Portia, one with knowledge of plants as well. He grinned, saying easily "I'd like that. That'd be cool." He responded, perhaps not as smoothly as he would have liked, but his words were sincere. Potema knew a lot about plants, but this Portia could probably teach him a lot too.

He realized then, as he watched her with a half smile, that Freyja was pretty. Beautiful, even. This realization suddenly had his gut plummeting, his face heating yet again, and him suddenly floundering for an answer to her question. Her question. About...mountains. Suddenly deciding not to focus on Freyja, or her prettiness,for her eyes, he focused solely on her words.

"I don't think so. It'd be pretty far, I think." He told her after a brief moment of consideration. Deciding to ask of her one of his own questions, he  said briefly after, "I've never lived on a mountain before. Why's yours called Sleeping Dragon?" He asked, curiosity glinting in his gaze. The boy had never even climbed a mountain, though it certainly was something he wished to do. He had traveled beneath them, but the allure of standing on their peaks was enticing. He wondered if Freyja every had.