For Sie!
He'd found little use for that place so far; a future personal tailor and a good piece of clothing, perhaps, but little more. His needs exceeded their capabilities. Denver's mind moved quickly, and he thought that he couldn't stay there much longer. It simply did not feel right.
And so he moved north again. He had been sure he'd seen it all, up there. The white mutt had avoided those darker lands, but now he'd found that there was land beyond them, and he was curious. If they were inhabited, maybe he could make a place for himself there. He had declined to visit any other possibly established lands; underground caves were not up his alley, and he had nearly zero artistic abilities, nor the desire to further them.
This place looked barren and wasted. It certainly wasn't pretty like Cours des Miracles was. The view was one thing that Denver appreciated about the place. If he were to leave, would he get that somewhere else? Would he find something better? The possibilities called to him, and he would chase after them until he found just the perfect one.
He stood there, on that rocky beach, surprised as how positively unwelcoming the place was. Maybe that was what had brought him here. Who would live here?
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