Heron Lake Plateau Drive there, then drive back again

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In response to what Colt said, Niamh wriggled her shoulders and walked past him just a bit, before she lifted her tail and unceremoniously slapped his shoulder with it. Having collected layers of water and ice, it made a loud, slapping sound against her mate, and sent water spraying so far that Niamh felt a few droplets land on her own nose. Fiendishly, for some reason, this worked out much better than she’d expected and prompted a sharp snort from her that immediately made her feel foolish afterwards. She turned her face a bit, to offer Colt a half-hearted grin which wasn’t terribly apologetic...She was still somewhat pleased with herself for that one. She’d have to remember that her tail worked perfectly as a sponge in the future, and slap someone else- someone like Tegan, who was just begging for a good slap at the best of times- or something like that.

”Y’ever wanna live somewhere that doesn’t get snow?” She asked. She wasn’t terribly serious about wanting to move- it would have taken a lot to drag Niamh away from the Plateau, even with all current things to be considered. One of the last conversations she’d had with Ceara, though, had been about where she’d lived before, and that was a place full of warmth and sand, where it didn’t exactly snow. Where this place was, she wasn’t sure- but she was aware of the fact that North was cold and the South was warm. ”Or just doing what the geese do, and go South for the winter.” She said, considering that maybe it’d be easier to travel to another winter home and then come back for the summer, rather than staying somewhere that it was hot and dry all year round.

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