Sawtooth Spire gonna be alright

#400!

The pale, cloudless sky mirrored the silver-flecked loner as he delved beyond the mesa, believing that if he moved towards the mountains in the north he would find some answers. Nothing looked familiar or felt in any way normal to him; it was like his mind had been emptied of the past few months, but he had no physical ailment to back up his supposed amnesia. He regularly checked himself for issues as the hours wore on: recounted all that he remembered, his name, his origins.

The previous night spent beneath the stars had been alienating in its own right, because the stars were not aligned as they should be. He thought that it was winter - or just starting - yet there were fresh grasses sprouting on the paths, birds calling in the trees, and the aroma of new flowers in the air. As soon as he found himself on more mountainous terrain Larus sought a high point -- he hoped to use it to spy about, find his next route and make a plan. Yet the sight he witnessed from on high was so out of place.

There was no snow (the sky was clear and blue!) and from the corner of his eye he watched as a nervous doe snuck through the woodland with a newborn in tow. He should've chased it down and eaten it (he couldn't remember the last time he ate), but instead he just stared, and watched them go.