Northstar Vale Moonage Dream

Think, huh? Norah was disappointed behind the dopey-foreign-idiot mask that she wore so well. It would have been so much more interesting, if... he was a fugitive from an enraged pack of amazons, for example. Or a criminal mastermind, weaving it's web. Or - in fact - any activity that might be fitting that rough one-eyed physionomy of his. Even a hook-up would have been better than just thinking. Though, on the other hand, you could think about all of those things.

Too much. Enough! If think it was, she had to come up with an equally boring. "Erm... Ich bin hier gekommen, weil ich nie in die Bergen gewesen bin. Ich fand diesen schmalen Weg und - ja - hier bin ich," her words came in a steady flow and the manner of speaking was accompanied by highs and lows of her tone and an expression of a person, who was truly invested in their speech.

"Es ist schön hier, nicht?" she asked, casting her glance around. "Und weißt du was - ich bin so froh, dass ich dir hier gefunden habe. Es ist lang gewesen seit ich mit jemanden ein Gespräch haben konnte. Ich liebe lange Wanderungen aber ab un zu bin ich einsam. Sehr," she went on with such a complete confidence that Rosencrantz understood every word. Then - in order to put a cherry on top of the whole cake of "I am messing with you and you have no idea" her face fell with a sudden realization.

"Oh! Entschuld... Zorry?" she smiled in sincere apology. "Understand, nicht, ja?"

I came here, because I have never been in the mountains. I found this small path and - yeah - here I am. / It is beautiful here, isn't it? And you know what - I am so glad I found you. It has been so long, since I have spoken with anybody. I love to wander, but it gets lonely.