Kintla Flatlands my travel

So in other words, it snowed there most of the year. Or at least a minimum of half of it, from what he could figure. Mordecai could picture it, if only for a moment, but inwardly shook the thought away. Surviving there would certainly be a challenge, if he had ever decided to go that far north. As it was, he had already come quite a ways to the north from his origins, where his family had decided to go south. Inevitably, they had started to trickle back, if Viggo and Verrine were ever anything to go by. Somewhere out there, he knew Chakra lived as well.

Though at her mention of it being perfect, Mordecai could not stop the question that came from his mouth. “Why'd you leave then?” As soon as that question had hit the open air however, he regretted the impulsive, intrustive query. His expressions shift into wordless apologies, conveying the notion that if she didn't want to say why, he would not take offence to it. Though if she did not take offence and answered it, he was still ready for her own reasons for going. Maybe she had left to seek her own claim, like so many others, or maybe wanderlust had scoop her up in the same way it had him.