Blacktail Deer Plateau something in my heart

As she turned away, he took a step towards her, concerned. Was she alright? He thought to ask but was stopped by the sound of her voice—and worry turned to relief. She would join him on his trip, whenever it may be. “Maybe we can go in a few days?” he offered. “So we can both rest before leaving again.” After all, they both only just recently returned.

When she refused to look back up at him, his smile faltered. She preferred the shore—which, although not surprising, still wasn’t what he found himself wanting to hear. Troubled by her answer and his own thoughts, he didn’t even try to repeat her word back. Instead, he asked, “Why do you like the beach more?” Why wasn’t the plateau good enough?