Silverlight Terrace You are you and i'm me

Darcy thought about his suggestion to explore or hunt, and found herself bored by either option. "Nah," she said, and flopped down on the ground, gazing up at him. "It's a nice day for a nap, as much as it for exploration." She rolled over onto her back, snuffling in the grass, and wiggled about. She stopped in her movements as he asked what a tundra was, and grinned at him, upside-down.

"A tundra's really flat and barren and cold. The only plants are little shrubs, and in the winter, the whole world there looks exactly the same, covered in white snow, with nothing to look at on the horizon." She paused, trying to think. "There are hills, I guess, but that's not the same as a big rock-y mountain. The only time it's pretty is when the grass turns red... and the lights are beautiful at night, when they show up. You know, in the sky." 

She rolled about in the grass some more before asking, "So, where did you grow up?"