Broken Boulder lonely and dreamin' of the west coast

 Alarian makes mention of wishing to start something new, fresh, and a distant memory of the sanctuary. Like Seabreeze, the feeling was all too familiar to the sylph. When things fell out of favor with the gods — and they always did, for nothing last forever, not even the world’s most beautiful things — it was only natural to heed intuition and move onto something that entertained more hope. Their time with the sanctuary had been short, but not purposeless.    “There must be someone,”  Olive tacked on inanely, wishing painfully that she had more to add to this conversation.