Ouroboros Spine Autumn winds have long since past.

Her voice like silken shadows fell on his already ticked ears. One wavered and twitched as he listened, and for a moment his thoughts went inward, as will happen as boys do. 

He followed the motion of her white frosted muzzled, eyes lowered and squinted as he tried to make out the top of the mountain and fell. It touched the sky and left no room for anything in between. He of course knew it didn't really, but it looked as such and what is youth without fantastical and whimsical notions, even adults. Those were the best kind.

He studied the moss that grew upon the stone and dipped his muzzle. Nature is already taking back what is hers. Old must make way for new.

There was a pause in her words, and Rodyn wondered at it, he studied her face curious and wondering, but he said nothing. Her next words pulled  frown of thought from his maw and he stared at the mountain again.

I suppose then, it's a start of a grand adventure isn't it. Perhaps the mountain won't be where I settle, but I can visit it and learn if nothing else."