Heron Lake Plateau Waiting For An Answer Back

It's not every day that you meet a stranger off the end of a cliff singing to you like Eugene calling up to Repunzel. It felt individual and unique. As though, even though she had never met this man before and knew nothing of his habits, she was the only one to hear his song. The ball was placed in her court. To plant the seed and see what took root. "Sprout me a tale of your first flower. For I have arrived by chance and saunter. Would you compel me to take root and grow? Or continue as a dandelion following where the wind should blow? What events have brought you to me? What do you wish you were taught to bring you glee?" She wanted to know more of this man and the area he found himself in. Having only arrived a short time ago she had only seen the beauty within the Wilds as she often saw in others, but like others, the world and lands could be tricky without property navigation and guidance.