Whitefish River It's a beautiful and a burning thing

Vienna nodded, though still a little dubious. "It does, but with little regard for the life that was there before," she returned. Then she smiled. This talk was getting a bit serious for her. "Fire might be frightening, but boy it sure is pretty. I've only seen it once, and from a distance, but wow was it a sight." She was a big fan of the colors if not of the result.

"You going to be sticking around here, Kierkegaard?" She asked, somewhat abruptly changing the train of conversation. Despite his brevity and somewhat solemn appearance, she hoped the answer was yes. He was interesting and therefore had interesting stories to tell. There weren't many things Vienna liked better than interesting.