Redhawk Caldera Strawberry Season

She listened astutely as he explained a bit of his background. "Granda" was such a cute title, sweeter somehow than the more common "grandpa." Njord mentioned his birthplace: Meares Island. She immediately thought of Yuèlóng, picturing a sandy paradise. Or perhaps the landscape there was more like at Sapphique: rocky, shear and a little treacherous.

He'd only been living in the Teekon Wilds for about a year, sort of like her, but of course Meerkat had been born and grown up here. Her lips twitched as she replied, "Oh, I've been here for a little over a year. Don't worry, as soon as you hit that year mark, you're bequeathed with an innate knowledge of the lay of the land, just like that!" She let out a breathy laugh at her own joke.

"While you're here, would you like a tour?" Meerkat invited in the next moment. "I probably can't take you any further into the territory, though we could walk around the rim here and I'll point out the important landmarks," she added a little apologetically.