It's a beautiful night up here in the mountains, Cinn. Don't you think? I mean, I loved it on the Barrens.. the smell, the heat... the life.. it was so. Hum. What's the word? Primal? Vital. It was vitality I felt amid the sweating beasts and the rustling dry grass.
Up here... it's very different, but it's the same, you know? It's life. All around us. Untamed, beautiful life.
Like that rock we saw along the path. I know you were using the bush, but I REALLY liked that rock. The paterns on it of lichen.. it was.. it was so different, wasn't it, Cinn?