Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

Not that he needed it — but Dusty Rose was cheered by the woman's laughter. He felt lighter, and was correspondingly bouncier. He was like the Energizer Bunny, and the woman's (and anyone else's, for the most part) happiness was a Double-A battery. A rechargeable one, he hoped!

"Fires?" he asked, intrigued. Fires meant death and destruction in all the stories he knew. And — "We didn't have those where I'm from, mostly. There's nothing to burn in the Red Desert. And we only dance when the rain was already there."

But there was so much to unpack, here. He was not nearly as interested in talking about the Red Desert (an indisputably boring place) as he was in hearing about the Gilded Sea.

"Will you show me a rain dance?" he asked, earnest and eager — but there was a warm sparkle of amusement in his eyes that suggested he knew it was quite the ask. He provided an out with a conspiratorial: "Or is it special-secret? And why is it named the Gilded Sea?"