Redtail Rise black flies on the windowsill

She described the landscapes he had seen from afar; it narrowed the thought that she was more accomplished in her travels than he. While the glacier did hold his interredt, he had little desire to skate around on, what he described as a large block of ice and stone, in the first breaths of summer. The grotto intrigued him, picturing it more of a seaside escape than for what it really was, but they were still far enough off from the ocean to lend him a pause to reconsider. And speaking of the ocean, she had never seen it.

His brows raised. "I have. Quite a thing to behold. Imagine a lake where you cannot see the other shore, and waves much bigger than you and I. It is a salty place, necessarily rough where nerd be, and entirely worth the venture to." He was fond of the shores and the wayward breeze and though less fond of the shifting sands, he did not mind the break from the monotony of mud and grass.

"I intend to go there next actually, if you'd care to accompany me." He smiled thinly; generally such offers were more appreciated than taken. The only one that had taken him up on such an offer had been Hydra, but he never been able to sway her in the end. He believed this too would be the case.