Heron Lake Plateau home is where your heart is

It seemed the reason he hated the plateau was because it simply wasn't the caldera. Wildfire nodded her understanding. She'd lived in several other places, yet the caldera held a special place in her heart. She knew it was their family that really mattered, that where they lived was secondary. She was sure Eljay knew that too. He was here, after all. But there were plenty of reasons to feel attached to the place where they'd been born.

She mentioned another one now: "My parents are buried there. I understand. I miss it too. Maybe we could visit sometime. Your mother and I spoke about it, actually." Wildfire paused for a moment, face suddenly thoughtful, her tongue running over her teeth before she spoke again. "I'd like to go there and maybe even do some other traveling in the spring. I haven't done it since before—since before." Hopefully Eljay knew what she was referring to. If not, she supposed she could elaborate. "I miss it. And I'm done letting fear hold me back." Wildfire shifted her weight. "I really enjoyed the trip here. It may not be home but this area is beautiful."