Sawtooth Spire radiowaves

moonshine pauses her drinking, glancing over her shoulder as her mother explains. her maw opens in a soft "o", and immediately wonders just how cold it could get. she hasn't experienced much cold beside the water of the rivers and lakes, and those barely compared to the depths of winter's chill. 

she was tired, but intrigued, and in no mood to go back to blackfeather. the world was bright and unbound and it seemed with each question, each step, some new truth was revealed. "what's snow? have you been all the way to the top, before?" she was quite content to sit here, panting slightly.