Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

That was about as positive a response as he could've hoped for. The isbjørn was stunned speechless for a moment, like a bird that had just flown-face first into a window. Vairë, in this metaphor, was a skyscraper with reflective windows. Not in that she killed between 365 million and 1 billion birds anually, devastating both native and global ecosystems — and not in the way that skyscrapers were very tall, either, because Vairë was admittedly quite short. Valiant followed this metaphor to the end of its lead and reluctantly concluded that she was not much like a skyscraper at all.

Something else stunning, then. The sun?

Let's not get into it.

"Good," he replied, his smile belying the vast inland empire that his poetic musings had left in shambles. "I'll — I'll just ask her, then. After the hunt. You'll have to show me around and introduce me to everyone."

He still had not met Aiolos, for example — but perhaps that one was better left for last.