Blacktail Deer Plateau the way you look tonight.

It was a beautiful morning for a stroll, so Dante found himself walking along the edge of the plateau, his gaze trained down below. He took care to ensure his steps remained firmly away from the edge, for to fall from such a height would definitely not be a good thing. He enjoyed the sensation of being so high, though. The air seemed clearer and the breeze more refreshing on the edge, especially with fall on the verge.

It appeared someone else had the same idea as he. Looking up, he saw Finley sitting on the edge of the drop. "Hey, Finley! Been while, I haven't been able to congratulate you." She had moved up relatively quickly in the ranks, but deserved the honor of his old rank completely. He still had fond memories of their first encounter despite the misunderstanding that had occurred.

As he spoke, though, he noticed that she seemed a bit... preoccupied. "You alright?" From his first impression of her she hadn't seemed the introspective sort, though perhaps he had misjudged. Still, he felt the need to ask.