Mount Cinderwood.
Celeste finally struggled to the top of the mountain, only to find Willow Finch lounging on a swing, fast asleep. She walked right over and shook her awake. "You lazy woman, how can you be so relaxed? Wake up."
Willow Finch couldn't be bothered with her. She just used the momentum to turn over, settling into an even more comfortable position on the swing. Her voice drifted out with the gentle rocking. "The great war is over. Naturally, it's a time to rest and recuperate. You're being so unreasonable."
Celeste rolled her eyes and sat on a nearby rock. "Me, unreasonable? Were you the one who fought in the war? Or cleaned up the aftermath? Ever since Amelia and Ethan Quinn left Mount Cinderwood, you've done nothing but laze around all day."
At the mention of those two names, Willow Finch slowly opened her eyes.
"Is there news of them?"
