Dragoncrest Cliffs i can't help this awful energy

eske was clearly reluctant, but she agreed and portia kept the sweet, toothless smile on her muzzle as she motioned for the gona to follow her. it was just a small ways back to the patch she had collected from. she began forward, assuming the child was following her, her own bundle of moss secured tightly in her jaws. "so, eske," the woman began through her mouthful, green eyes sliding to view the other, "how do you like the new territory?" the question was simple, and though it was clearly said to fill a silent walk, portia was genuinely curious. "i actually quite like it, i prefer the coverage to the cliffs," she pinned on at the end, giving a quick little shrug.