Nimbus Summit six claws

Clover nodded, despite her general disinterest. "Interesting," she replied lamely, unable to think of anything else to say; she'd saying anything to see him grin again. An uncharacteristic rush of nervousness tickled Clover's gut when Jarilo agreed. The ooey-gooey mood vanished at the mention of the plateau, and Clover couldn't help but let out a heavy-winded sigh. "It's the worst," she admitted. "It's always so wet and soggy—" she didn't understand the appeal, "—It's gross." she decided. 

"What about you?" Clover asked, picking up her pace so that she could walk alongside him. "What's Moonspear like?" she looked at him, her cheeks flushing, "Probably better than the plateau."