Mount Apikuni first of the year

The eloquent tongue was a treasure among their kind. And while not all could appreciate the articulation, however coarse the voice, she was one of the few that fondly regarded the practice. Regardless of what the content may have been. Paradise within the mountains. A beautiful image as her mind perceived it... Perhaps more so if her eyes too beheld this splendor. But there was only the glimpses by what her mind could create, as the world as she recalled it threaten to snuff the berate the image as little more than fantasy. There was no paradise, only pain and hell within this world. Blessings to be found were those only in dreams. But she did not turn her gaze from him, nor contest his pursuit. He had been kind to respect hers. Although she could not simply not in reply when deep vocals entranced her ears by a question she dreaded. "I do not," she growled softly and russet hairs raised sharply in defense. "Is the earth not enough of a home?"