Dawnlark Plains Punch Face Champion

Grayday felt incredibly guilty about the whole affair. Every time something went wrong at Easthollow, he wondered if things would have gone differently if he had stayed. It didn't make sense to blame himself for Keoni's death, but she'd been so young. It didn't make sense for her to die in the first place. And, aside from his guilt over leaving Easthollow behind, he couldn't help but feel that he had forced Sunny's hand as well. True, he had not meant for Dawn to bring him back to the plateau - only for her to make ammends. But he'd not sent the boy back, and now love had been stolen from them in a manner far more jarring and permenant than such a kind soul could ever had deserved.

"I'm sorry, Sunny," said Grayday, swallowing back the emotion that the death of his little niece had brought out of him. "I don't know what to say. I wish I could change things for you." He hadn't meant for the boy to put his life on hold to come back and babysit his father...