Stavanger Bay ah, just burn it up

In her answer, he goes on to understand somehow. It was a familiar feeling--wanting to see whatever you couldn't. Though he had not grown up with such a landmark to physically separate him from those beyonds, he had always harbored at least an interest in hearing of what was over the horizon--and sometimes, enough to make him want to see it too. Of course you always think it's greener on the other side, he snickered lightly, imagining the youthful dreams of fledgling Archers to see the world past their stronghold when there was likely everything they could ever need right there at their paws.

But, he was no stranger to it, and her thoughts on a future that imagined a family to show for it all.. he did not know what to say, besides that it sounded fulfilling, possibly, and a whole lot of questions beyond that. Honestly, thoughts to that length had not truly been his before--though he understood where they came from, certainly. Yeah. Satisfying, I'd imagine, he supposed with a thoughtful exhale. And really, he meant that for both sides: the family that stayed, and left. To meet new descendants and cousins, and see the bloodline continuing on elsewhere and histories evolving... When he imagined his mother being the one waiting at the great mountain to receive them one day, he thought that wasn't so bad. Now if only that could have been. And even better to grow up knowing that.. such a backbone like that exists? Despite wherever you may go.. I know it has to grant some peace, he supposed because maybe he had once had that experience too.

After another exhale, like he was clearing his thoughts, he went on with: It's been nice lately to hear more about distant places. A distraction he was enjoying, one worth making a mention about.