Jade Fern Grove defying gravity,

Sunsets and mighty mountains. Paloma had seen more of those than she had thought possible. Her nights spent alone had often drifted to thoughts of her father. Could a man crafted from evil and bloodshed appreciate the simple pleasures of an orange and pink sunset? Did she want to know? Images of wispy clouds painted in vibrant, warm shades led her to her answer. She didn't want a man like him to enjoy sunsets and the way they colored the sky. He likely wouldn't appreciate them like her and Cole anyways. 

Hearing the man speak on his travels, it eased a bit of the anxiety that twisted her belly. To know that there was such beauty in the world that he struggled to pick a favorite was encouraging. Cole was surprisingly poetic. Large and burly, the way he spoke about his travels had her lips twitching up in an easy smile. She had never smelled sweetgrass or seen a creek so clear, but she added both to her to-do list. Paloma kept her head facing the path they traveled, but her eyes stayed glued to the man's face. 

Paloma realized as he spoke that she had never found a place like that. Home was comfortable, easy even, but had she ever felt alive there? Not since she was a pup. Pelt prickling with the gravity of the realization, she averted her eyes finally to look out into the vast wilderness that surrounded them. How did you know you found it? How do you know you feel alive? Paloma questioned as she drank in the dark clouds tumbling on the horizon. 

Her ears flattened for a moment then, embarrassment returning to her round features. Sorry if that's too personal. You just seem to know a lot about the world is all.