Storm Watch Butte But Mama Says I'm Handsome

A blossom amongst the winter’s frost.

Whatever comfort the uniqueness the lowlands brought Hiro had slowly morphed to something less whimsical. In passing days he looked upon this new land with a more observant eye, and found it to be more strange than before. Its oddities were now amplified amongst newfound company.

There was no familiarity to be found, even outside the group’s claim. A companion's face still looked to be a stranger's.

Hiro approached with hesitance, drawn to him only by the commonality of their scent.