Jack stood. "I can show you. Come on." He took her hand and led her outside. It was evening by now, and the moon was shining down, shining through tree tops. He pointed to it. "See? The moon peering through the forest, or even glittering on the snow. The stars glimmering in the night sky framed by pines. Some nights you can here the wolves sing, or the owls debating with one another. During the day, you can see for leagues. Every rock and crevice hides some beauty."
"Some danger too," Sylviana muttered, having followed them out. "The only beauty up here is a cold, hard beauty."
Jack rolled his eyes. "That's cause you don't know how to appreciate it."
"Doesn't feed me or keep the wet off, so why should I?" she retorted. With that she turned and went back in the cave, leaving them alone.
"Some danger too," Sylviana muttered, having followed them out. "The only beauty up here is a cold, hard beauty."
Jack rolled his eyes. "That's cause you don't know how to appreciate it."
"Doesn't feed me or keep the wet off, so why should I?" she retorted. With that she turned and went back in the cave, leaving them alone.

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