Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

for her prickly way of talking, she was kind. kinder than he felt he deserved sometimes — but he kept his pity party locked up.

he nodded softly. grateful for her free advice.

he moved a few stretches away from her before he stilled on stick legs. his head hung a bit low, ears kept out for the first things he may hear.

soon enough there'd be a sound that had him perking his head back up.