Firefly Glen where the wild things are

"Is it the ocean?"

No. A shiver followed his adnormally sharp reply.

No... Softer now, he shrunk within himself. That is where i wish to go.

With his nose he gestured to the mountain range. Somewhere nestled between the slopes was the place he once called home. And for a moment he wondered how much it had changed since he'd gone, if at all.

Nostalgic memories hadn't stuck in his mind for long. He turned back to the girl, and again he felt an urge to speak further.

Why the ocean of all guesses? The question did not easily fall from the tongue. The mere mention of the sea almost had him stumble over his words.