Duskfire Glacier [m] i fear that no life will ever be like this again

Her clumsiness was hers alone, and she would not hold anything against him about her bumping her own snout. So his apology would be dismissed with a soft smile and shake of her head.

Perhaps moss or mushrooms. She informed him in a hummed, thoughtful tone. I also had hopes that...well, it sounds silly aloud but maybe someone left something stored behind. Songbird laughter followed, a bit sheepish as her gaze roamed to look somewhere that wasn't him. Back to the hole her head had been stuck in moments ago. As if something would suddenly appear when she spoke of it.