Moonspear sing a new song

Alya wasn't sure why this was all so incredible to her. It wasn't something she ever thought about, simply because she'd never before seen any reason to. But it was a heady experience, to learns of things that were so beyond herself, and yet, that were woven intricately into the marrow of her bones. She thought of her first time off of her mother's mountain, and how her head had spun and her stomach roiled at the indignation of being on flat, expressionless ground. She thought of the sea as well - to her, nothing but a line sometimes seen upon the horizon, fuzzy and distant and barely discernable from the sky.

"I think I prefer mountains," she said dryly, wondering how it had been for her father. Had he needed to learn these slopes the way she'd needed to learn the valley? How had he even come across her mysterious and elusive mother?

"How did you and Daddy meet?" she wondered, never one to deny herself knowledge, when she thought it could be acquired. And her mother was, undoubtedly, the one to ask about these things. Charon had a way of telling stories that colored her perception.