Misha didn't have to look for long to find a little stone pagoda. At first, he'd worried that sticking around here would mean running into people (not a good idea in his dragon form, and likely an even worse idea in his naked human form) but from the look of the thing and the place around it, not a soul had been here in decades.
There were layers and layers of moss growing on the curled corners of the roof and the feet of the pillars were soot black with lichen. Crawling over the stone seats under the pagoda's modest roof were a sea of vines that Misha took a moment to claw back to let Bran sit down. While the journey here hadn't been difficult for Misha, it had been difficult for Bran and his bare feet, so Misha had told him to ride on his back.
