And here, he'd thought she spoke no words. Ashkii offered her a playful grin, turning around to continue scaling the ridges.

Each step was taken with practiced ease, meticulously over the stone and light layers of moss, with occasional strands of grass that were strewn over the ground. Even now did he glance back on occasion. Though this time, his eyes glimmered not with curiosity, but with mild concern. It wasn't exactly the easiest of hikes.

The tall man halted by a precipice, not yet at the peak, but certainly not close to the base of the mountain. His nose pointed downwards by the meadows which stretched passed the mountain, where the small shack stood and the herds of livestock grazed. From up here, they were naught but small dots, like a colony of ants at his feet. My home. He said simply. Whether or not she would understand, he didn't know—yet, hopefully at least, the message had gotten across.

And what now—even Ashkii didn't know. He wouldn't be surprised if the girl had a family he resided with; she couldn't simply follow him around forever (though he wouldn't really mind that). Perhaps it was the simple plague of loneliness that had led him to bring her here in the first place.

The piebald turned to glance at Cloud Lash before looking down once again. You're welcome to come anytime. He dipped his head.