Silvertip Mountain the galaxy is just a graveyard full of stars

usually he found laughter relieving - pleasing even. not with this pythoness though, no, for she brought forth something more akin to restlessness than comfort. the fur along his spine prickled ever so slightly at her ominous merriment, only to smooth over when she wished for nothing more than rain. he gave a few lifeless blinks as a reply, though would do well to keep her request stashed somewhere in the back of his mind should he ever go through with his joke.

curious, he watched her begin her decent down the slope, only to stop and address him once more. these words prompted a bit more fascination from the inky ghoul, in which he gave only a single firm nod in response to her offer to visit. he didn't know the mountain she spoke of, but assumed it would not be terribly difficult to find if he sought to drop by. and so, as she turned to continue her departure, he too spun on his heels and set off towards the opposite direction as she, eager to discover what else might rest atop the summit.