Northstar Vale nameless, faceless

He moved north. Leona followed, giving only the smallest look over her shoulder before forgetting all of her worries; for a while she said nothing, and seemed aloof at best.

Her father asked something — she almost missed it, then it processed and she looked around. Was there something special about the route they took?

Plants. Lots of green stuff. Most of which was turning brown or some shade of gold, given the season. It was all very ugly - like the trees couldn't decide what pelt to wear. Leona watched her father to see if that was the right answer.