Big Salmon Lake hateraid

A flutter tickled his gut when she took a step towards him to further close the gap once more. He twisted an ear back and pressed his lips together, only to lash his tongue across his jowls in an attempt to wet them. They were chapped from the cold, and he hadn't noticed until just now. The earthen boy nodded belatedly at her question but felt no need to continue that snippet of the conversation. The fantasies he'd dreamed up as a child were more than enough to satisfy his curiousities back then. Now, however, was another matter.

Rian sucked in a breath when she grinned, and his own neutral mug transformed into a shy smile that was all his own. It was a cute image, not handsome, but charming all the same. It changed the planes of his face, chased the shadows away—he practically beamed at her explaination, and even laughed. "Oh, that's, um, good." He replied with a glance to the mountain. The peak was a fortress that loomed over the lower valley, inspiring the young minds of those on the ground below. He was glad she, too, understood dragons.

Her question made him snort, and then widen his eyes when he realized how rude that was. Rian's gaze flashed back to her, then to the snow, then back up slowly. "No, it's always winter. The name sucks. S'miserable and cold all the time."He answered with a shake of his head.