Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

"it feels like you have a better idea of what you want than me, knaven," lionel chuckled, though his shot deflated under the direct gaze of his brother. "ah, fine. all right. i want to stay by the sea, yeah," the stag huffed, though there was no true irritation in him.
"but i don't want to be right on the sea, you know? like i want to know we can explore other things." the expanse had been with them all along; that would not end. but lionel did not wish to live his entire span of days without knowing what else worked in the world. "and i'll be honest, i don't see the point of that forest. but if you think we can make something there, you know i'm in. hundred percent." a smile quirking the edge of his mouth.