Bitterroot Valley Today never happened before.

Arkadiy laughed heartily at this, though the unnatural image of being hunted by deer sat uneasily with him. It would continue to intrude on him for some time even after they left the area.

"Tell me a story," he requested, feeling childish as he did so but not truly caring. He always wanted stories — from their parents, from strangers, from his elder siblings. Stories that had actually happened were his favorite, but as long as it was believable, he was happy enough. Rarely, he met individuals who could spin fantastical tales into something believable — and each time, he fell madly in love.

Today, he was only hoping to be entertained until the real tour began. Sight-seeing through his brother's memories was nearly as good.