Porcupine Ridge Things I almost remember

@Sparrow

She helped him settle in that night.

"There are lots of places to sleep." Slow steps, hoping the boy could move despite his leg, and never asking how it happened, but staying close to his ashen side. A gentle voice between the jutting stones that carved his way to arrive.

In the ocean of bladed mountains, soft open meadows of grass and clovers ran amok between more scarce protruding stones. Trees took home in more stable dirt.

Hex had done the same for her.

"That's where I sleep," she nosed towards a tree with a hollowed out space. "But you can choose wherever you want!