Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

He watched and listened. A star dubbed Anansi who would never give up his secret.

He could have listened to her tales of the sky all night. In fact, he would have preferred to instead of been faced with the question.

No, A little shake of his head. Coat colors, deer and elk. Very different from the sky. The barest hint of humor in his words.