Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

Ibis had not gone up the mountain yet — the damaged one, anyway — so she was oblivious to the true damage. The smell had not left the air yet; but when Penn mentioned it she looked around as if realizing where she was for the first time. Something still distracted her.

We found one, so far. I'm waiting to find out more from Bridget, Ibis mentions this with more of a casual air than it requires, but then lets the topic fade. The boy offers to help her. She can't help the appraising look she gives to Penn.

I would love the help, she answers, and turns her eyes away when her face warms. Her chest flutters. A few steps later, and she drops her attention to the grasses peeking from beneath the thinning snow, moving slowly; her tail waving softly behind her.

Do you know much about herbs, or flowers? She asks softly, prancing along.