Sun Mote Copse The more I see, the less I know

It was really too bad that Elwood and Finley couldn't read each other's minds, since Finley had just mentally accused him of "rendezvousing" with Wraen and was now secretly fantasizing about Dante and Finn. Luckily, though, Elwood never knew exactly what was going on in that head of hers and didn't pick up on the slight hiccup in her sentence structure as she talked about Dante.

He glanced at Fin and said, "Are we sure this Finbar-Fluke guy isn't secretly a Blackthorn? If he goes by his nickname, he could be some long lost relative of yours." He was teasing, but really, there was some truth to the comment; there were a buttload of Blackthorns out there in the world. When they paused in what Wildfire said was the heart of the territory, Elwood took a moment to drink it all in with his senses, and then moved on with his companions toward the backside of the territory.

"It sounds like there's a little bit of everything here," he said, and couldn't help thinking of what the plateau was lacking. There was nothing wrong with the plateau, but he wondered if it would ever measure up to the impossible comparison of the caldera -- and now this copse.