♫ 8/320
We were above and just west of the caribou procession when Yeula came to a rather sudden stop. She squinted and tilted her head as if she was listening to something beyond the already impressive array of environmental sounds amidst us.
"Shiny." said Yeula.
"Shiny, what do you mean, shiny?" we inquired.
"That is where they are going, to ... shiny, shiny place." said Yeula.
Although we were new to the estate, I had gone over the local maps well and I could not recall any nearby locale named or nicknamed "Shiny Shiny Place."
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