Emberwood he died every night to let her breathe

It was not long before the forest had been fully explored, and she was depressed by the lack of depth to the igneous swath of growth. The woman had thought, maybe, maybe, she had finally found a place to call home. It was too small for her. A passing fancy.

Yet it was during her escapade that Tomoe discovered him.

The vagrant was much unlike her. Perhaps, being bathed as he was in the colors of autumn, this was what the natives looked like this far south? She did not think it wise to ask - rather, Tomoe kept tabs on the stranger as he moseyed, merely waiting for the opportunity to leave (or to confront him, whichever came first). As it seemed he was oblivious to her own cavorting, the iceberg wasn't about to make herself known.