Dragoncrest Cliffs some flowers only bloom for the moon

Reflecting back on the past month, Étoille feels a bit dizzy. After spending so long aimlessly meandering, it is odd to so quickly be so embedded in his new home. Though in many ways he is still an outsider he cannot help but feel a certain weight in the missions bestowed upon him. He was, after all, the one to spot Arlo's body, even if he holds no emotional connection to it.

Still: he has a couple days rest and then the larger trip begins. There is part of him that still hopes he will encounter Mirabella, the mysterious woman who'd accompanied him on his trip up to Drageda. She'd chosen to move on and he respects that, but a nagging part of him misses her - or at least wants to make sure she's stayed safe without his company. And what an arrogant thought that is. The titan had been unable to even catch her scent in their travels, but perhaps he will pick it up on their longer journey. 

He is resting when the choupinou seeks him out, taking advantage of their precious days off to rest his weary limbs. Accostomed to long bouts of travel, Étoille nonetheless appreciates the opportunity to relax. Laying amongst the redwoods, he smells her before he sees her, and he turns his large head to offer a friendly nod. "Chou, allô," the man says, and shifts slightly, offering the spot next to him for her to join him.