Moonspear it gets better

"No," he answered simply to the question about how long ago. Somewhere between now and two years ago, but he didn't remember exactly. He remembered sitting atop his mountain and watching the spectacle but time was blurry. Long enough ago, he supposed, that he didn't remember exactly when.

Then as they moved on and the scent of the air turned to a more salty mix Vela asked if they were there yet. He smiled, as her impatience reminded him of himself when he was young. Always eager to explore, always eager to get to the next sensation along his path while he did so. "Soon," said Charon with a smile. He sniffed the air as they reached the Bay's foresty borders and remarked: "There's some old marks of wolves here, but doesn't smell like a pack." If it had been then it was gone for some time now. "C'mon." And he slipped into the forest, easily finding the fastest route through a narrow path through the forest that he knew was the quickest way down to the sandy beach. His heart beat for this place still, he realised as he walked its paths and found himself flooded with so many memories of youth.