The Sunspire all is almost lost and it starts to show

last post for quay-quay

coelho would have made her leave behind treason, were it not for the voice that spoke up stern and hard in the mountain air. she paused and listened, a frown on her features. it troubled her that sunspire had been fractured by misfortune as of late, but perhaps this was the world's strange way of pruning and purging out mistakes.

perhaps it was not a bad thing at all, though coelho felt something inside her fret, as if playing with a loose end and gradually unraveling it. she said nothing, but shared a look with pyro -- once all of this was done, she would seek him out and the two would start their first leg of their scouting journey.