evergreen

The blue jay didn’t usually travel so far north during winter. But she’d been curious! Thus, she’d flown. She’d heard of quite a few glorious sights in Boreas that were enhanced or only seeable during winter, so, despite the difficulty, she’d decided to go.

The view from the top of the waterfall was certainly one of those spectacular sights. She’d been resting in a low-hanging branch (about, say, two meters off the ground–that was low for a bird) of an evergreen tree and watching the snow. Snowflakes were so pretty when the accumulated on the ground. But they disappeared into the water. And, of course, snow was quite cold.

She shivered. Then she spotted the wolf. Huh! Brave soul to climb so high without wings, she thought.

“Hello there! I'm Aster!” she called out. She was cheerful, but sounded a bit wary. Wolves in the cold north tended to think with their stomachs, especially during winter, and she was prepared to fly away if he thought her a possible meal.

“I’ve heard there’s an enormous geyser somewhere in the north! Do you know where it is? How to get to it?”