[there is a reason that stahn held on to the stick, and that's to see if it had a winner mark on it. but that ends up all but forgotten—it's probably a wonder the thing hasn't fallen when his mouth his still agape from the awe.]

Yeah. [he says it with a distant wonder resonating in his tone. it wouldn't have mattered how leon asked the question; this is his response anyway. it's genuine and sincere—the view itself is even better than he could have asked for when wanting to show leon some of the small things the world has to offer.]

I thought it looked nice in Leane, but... [and that was true. the sun setting over mountains and casting that light over the farm lands, the distant sounds of animals and the scents of supper being cooked around the town—that in itself was something remarkable, something beautiful that he missed so much while on this journey.

this is different though, with the salty sea air and blossoms, and little more than the sound of children playing and birds tweeting (or cawing, in the case of a few desperate seagulls)] This almost feels like another world completely. It's really something isn't it, Leon?