Silvertip Mountain There were no seasons in the cave

They finally arrived at her den as he told her of Vaerin the huntress and his plan to create a story about her losing her sight as a test from the gods. It sounded like an intriguing story, one she would very much like to hear. 

She walked inside the cave and deposited the flowers she was carrying in a pile with a few other flowers. You can put that here, she told him. Then she walked over and sat on her bed of leaves and grass. Do you need time to create this story, or can you tell it to me now? Arielle asked. I would love to hear it either way. Finally, she chanced a glance up to meet his gaze, smiling and quickly lowering her eyes again.