The Sunspire sun coming up on a dream come 'round

what sort of home?

a bead of water fell from the grotto's ceiling, plopping just upon the pale stretch of the viper's snout as she parted her jaws to speak. "one better than none at all," she tossed out in a poor attempt at playful banter, only lacking in any tone that might have inclined it as such.

"it is a humble stretch of grassland just off to the west." she turned to point in the direction she scaled the mountain from. yellowstone was as homely as a place she knew, warm beneath the sun and rich in prey. it felt foreign from all that she known before, and yet home it was.