The Floodlands You never go to parties.

At least in the end, things seemed to be neutral between them.  He wouldn't quite call it amiable, but eh.  Depended on perspective.  And he definitely would have to think about it... And with Colt gone -- unless he could stumble across him in the next not-too-long -- the only one left outside of leadership that he'd talked to was Raven.  And despite whatever their relationship actually was, he wasn't sure if burdening her with the sorts of thoughts he'd unleash at Colt was necessarily fair.  Cliffnotes?  Sure.  Either way, working out whatever had just occurred was high on his list, even if he was just talking to his reflection.

That change of conversation was welcome.  Dwelling any longer on it would be awkward as hell or just the end of their chat in general.  But the Plateau?  Eh.  I dunno.  With the thaw and knowing rain's a thing it makes me worry about floods.  But uh.  He looked to the waterfall and back to her in a way to suggest his following question wasn't too serious, I guess it's probably not an issue, huh?  Wouldn't mind a few more trees, though.  Made it hard to lurk without high grasses and stuff, but at least some of those should grow later on.  Despite it being "spring" it was still kinda winter in places.  And the sun would be a lot more vicious out in the open.

Uh-- it hadn't been too long, right?  Eh.  Should be fine, The story -- sure, go for it.  As long as she wasn't verbally recounting an entire copy of The Hobbit, including narration...  Somehow he was pretty sure that Towhee wasn't gonna bother with something that long.  Then again, he could be surprised.  Maybe he could get a bit more insight into her in the process.