Silver Creek Sailing high, up above the sky

Unaware of Spring's trek to find him, Heston was sunning himself on a nice flat rock. He wanted to be out of the snow for a moment, to try and feel warmer than he actually was. His eyes were open as he soaked up the rays, but he was thinking deeply. He was reviewing his most recent lesson with Natashe. He was getting better at French, so she told him, but he still didn't feel like he was there yet. He didn't want to share his secret endeavor with Spring until it was much better, he wanted to be able to hold a semblance of a conversation with her. It wouldn't be nearly as impressive to rattle off a single phrase and then go "Uh, no, that's it."

He was repeating the words to himself, glancing around at the area and naming the things he saw. Sky was the easiest for obvious reasons. He hoped that one day he could actually speak this language to Spring...and maybe when he could do that he wouldn't feel so scared of being so attached to her. He wondered if she'd notice his and Natashe's sudden bonding time, and what her sister would say when asked. He was sure the woman could manage to hide the true story behind their meetings, it would be easy enough to say that they had just become friends. That wasn't a lie either, for he was obviously coming to know the female better as their lessons went on. His mind was fully occupied, lips twitching unconsciously as he spoke the words in his head.