Blacktail Deer Plateau this is my story, this is my song

by-you, ying repeated, like a beach? she didn't know either word, by-you or swamp, but the description sounded awfully similar to home. constant warmth, a shore beside the ocean.. maybe they'd come from the same region. 

at the next question, the sister nodded as she moved to leave a marker on a tree. they did not want come here, but the coast is too cold. it was for the best. they knew that, didn't they? so i say, well, we come here for a while and go back when its warm. 

she gave a moment's pause before continuing. i like this place. i want to stay, maybe.