Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand bursts of colour

Dalia asks the same questions she’s asked before, and many others. It is a part of the world they know so little about and it often feels empty trying to pursue. With little physical evidence to base their knowledge, they simply rely on word of mouth and deeming what they can as logical or speculation. “I don’t know,” she says, truthfully. “I’ve only seen it once happen and I could not locate it. I was sure I knew which way to go.” Her tone remains the same, stoic sound as a teacher might during a lesson. When she asks about Polaris, she keeps her nose up, staring at the bright star in the sky: “yes.”

Ajatar doesn’t spend much more time with her — if she has questions, she answers — but ultimately she decides to turn back and rest.