Stone Circle this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold.

:D !! Clary would be stoked if she knew she'd helped her ma earn her mastery haha!

Clary sat up at straight and eagerly followed the direction ma gave with the turn of her head this way then that. West toward the mountains, East toward moor. Right. Got it. Rises in the East, sets in the West. "Sets in the West, sets - West," she whispered under breath and hoped the rhyme would commit at least one direction to memory. After all, even if she could only remember where the sun was headed, she figured could easily deduce where it had come from.

Her gaze still rested there in the West when mama began her story, and Clary stretched herself a little taller, lifting her forepaws off the ground in an attempt to crane her neck and catch any glimpse of this grand mountain ma spoke of. She couldn't really, of course - so she just pretended one of the dull and far off peaks was Silvertip, small and nothing much from here - but Clary could only imagine how huge the mountain was, face to face.

The pale girl merely tipped her head at mama's second mention of [size=small]Steady,[/size] and tried to imagine what he might have been like. His name sounded like he could be a mountain himself - strong, and, well... steady. Only mama was really like that to her, and she decided if Steady was like her ma, she would have liked to know him.

Clary turned toward her mother when she finished her tale, an empathetic warmth flooding the pup's hazel eyes. So mama knew what it was to miss someone, a thought which upset the girl, but at the same time, comforted her. The conversational shift came much too sudden, and Clary felt her thoughts trip up, unable - or maybe just unwilling - to move so fast. "Um, yeah..." the girl still felt stuck in the grand imagery painted in the tale of Silvertip's great migration, of the mountainous Steady and the daring Valette, of love, and loss.

"Uhh," she paused and glanced long across the meadow, squinting to catch a glimpse of where she wanted to go - but she couldn't concentrate. There had been something mama said that wouldn't leave her, and she turned back to gaze at her ma with a careful and curious stare. "Um, mama... what's it mean to pass away?" The way mama spoke made it sound like a much more permanent thing than leaving like Easy and Dauntless did, but still she asked, "Can't you still visit him, too?"

- shoots you through the heart-