built my house out of sails and wood.

[fidior]

Who: Edward Little & Konstantin Veshnyakov + you!
What: plotted threads with Jhey's boatman & spaceman
When: the months of August, September, & October
Where: various places in Milton / possibly Lakeside

burned it down and it's gone for good

Comments

[extramuralise]

[ Without knowing the true story behind Kate and Little's history with this place, Irving doesn't much question the explanation, except perhaps to wonder over what Kate's intentions at the time had been — it is, after all, a rather intimately secluded location — and question how exactly she'd known about it to tell Little. Has she been hiking up here alone...? And how often?

But he can concern himself with all that another time; right now, it's far more pleasant to just linger in the moment for however long it lasts. Little touches him on the shoulder with a fond, firm squeeze, then turns his attention towards the view before Irving's cheeks can glow any pinker.

He takes in a deep breath, then slowly releases it, turning to admire the landscape again as a comfortable silence settles briefly over them. It truly is breathtaking to behold, illuminated with an unspoiled beauty Irving never would have imagined such an environment could provide— unspoiled, yes, but how often can one actually call anything surrounded by miles and miles of snow, ice, and stone beautiful in earnest?

Well, likely some could. Irving tends to prefer bright blue skies and green, sun-warmed fields, himself. ]

Not necessarily, [ he offers, finally breaking the silence, though feeling almost reluctant to do so. ] If you were to come up during the daylight hours and then made camp here overnight... perhaps not exactly ideal in this climate, I'll grant you, but it could be done.

[ Then he nods obligingly, glad for them to take a lunch break. ]

The climb here alone was enough to work up my appetite— and the energy will serve us well on our way back down, besides.