Dragoncrest Cliffs two hearts are left in bleeding halves

The journey was long in more than just physical ways; Eljay felt like he ripped another part of home away from himself as he made his way back to Drageda without Wildfire. But he also knew that had he stayed, he would have stayed forever -- or rather, until Towhee had chased him out and then he would not have known how to return here. Besides, he had made a promise to Blixen that he would return and he didn't want to disappoint her, especially considering they weren't bringing home Wiffle.

He let out a sigh of contentment as they reached Drageda, glad to be home -- though it still needed to grow more to actually feel as such -- and glad to be able to rest. Ears pressed forward as Artaax and Blixen came to them. Artaax ignored him, as Eljay was used to, but Blixen offered him a smile that made Eljay feel he had made the right choice. He returned it, smiling warmly at Blixen and glad that he had at least a little piece of Wiffle here in the form of her daughter. Hopefully winter would go well and they would both have the real thing back soon.