Swiftcurrent Creek the nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day

well, that was certainly a dead end. still, she might as well ask the final question that weighed on her mind, still. "have you met a boy called sunny? greyscale, and wandering the valley, I think."  it was unlikely, surely, but perhaps he'd come here at some point or another, and she'd like to keep tabs on her hotheaded brother.