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he didn't mind the silence that drifted between them while she lost herself to her thoughts, for he was far too fascinated in the moonlit reflection to pay much attention to anything else. the sight brought about waves of nostalgia, as if he'd been here before or seen something similar during his childhood. however no matter how far he searched in the depths of mind, astaroth couldn't place where he'd seen such a view before.

her words pulled him from his trance just in time for him to catch her question. "i am, or i was" he answered with gentle nod of his head. the volcano he'd grown up on was no less of a mountain than the ones that stood before them now. "my homeland was atop a secluded mountain not terribly far from here", he revealed with a gesture of his muzzle southward.