Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

Sable watched for a while, debating, before he turned his nose to the great point of Moonspear. He pointed at it for a few seconds, before looking back to Masque. Once upon a time, he’d been from there, and from somewhere else before.

He wondered after Epoch sometimes. The last place he’d ever seen his father. Perhaps he’d go to the Vale soon, and send off the mission he had undertaken to find the man. Wherever Maxim was, if he was alive at all, he didn’t want to be found. Sable licked his nose as a distraction.

The chipmunk in question burrowed down further between his shoulder blades when he swung his head to look at it, the young man snorting a stream of air over it.

He stayed looking at it for a while, before looking back to the woman in front of him. The chipmunk was just lucky they were similar in colors.