Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

She would have been content to linger in silence with him upon the Cape until he was pulled back to his home.  Instead he breaks the silence with a casually spoken, heavy-handed statement.  I did.   

Etoille provides a series of firsts for the black-backed Mirabelle; twice now, he has been the first wolf to greet her past the arbitrary border of the Wilds.  She presumes that he is her first soulbond, that their destinies are intricately woven to bring each other together at intergral points in their lives.  She does not know that if he wished, he could be the first and perhaps the only to quell the wanderlust in her heart.

You stayed.  Drageda?  It is a small miracle that this name had stuck with her all ths time.  I missed you.