Kiefer grinned. "Good plan. I have to say, I haven't had a proper adventure since I was a colt. Miss those days" he said. Ah, but then, everything was an adventure. Everything. He remembered, he used to hide from his parents, or even just sneaking out late at night, and sprinting as the sun came up, hoping that he could get back before they rose. And then the day after, even if he hadn't got caught, they could usually tell by how tired he was.
He nodded in agreement of her, having not too much more to say on the subject. Maybe when they got to the peak, if they got to the peak, it would be just like winter. But probably not, because somehow he couldn't bring himself to believe it. You only got winter once a year. Right?
