Shadow Mountain Wire

To me, this mountain shall be known as Lestan’s Crown, Wake went on. Or do you prefer Crest? He glanced towards his companion, possessed by a grandiose mood and buoyed by the sight of the summerwolf at his side.

See how it sits in shadow to the rest of the sierra as the sun sets? He gestured towards the taller mountains west of them; the jagged stone cap of Sawtooth, the snowpocked face of Spotted Eagle. And yet it thrives. Even now that the winds have turned to frost. It was an analogy for the Mayfair himself. Dwarfed, perhaps, by men of larger size and personality, but lush in perpetuity and advantageous to all who cared to see more than the superficial.

Lestan and Shadow Mountain both were prime real estate.

What do you think? He asked in earnest. Shall I join you at your Creek year-round, or make this into my summer home? To go with my spring, autumn, and winter homes, of course.