Dragoncrest Cliffs moonstone.

"Find your eldest sister."

His ears lifted and brow arched in surprise. Why? Dacio wanted to hiss, but gritted his fangs instead. While he didn't resent his older sibling in the same manner as his piebald littermate, the young Drakru could not deny the bitterness he felt at the mention of her. Everything had spiralled out of control following her departure from the cliffs. While not wholly responsible for their mother's death, Dalia was not entirely innocent.

He didn't want to leave home, not even for a little while. He didn't want to go looking for the sister who'd put her own selfish wants before their family. He didn't want to leave his father and Opalia behind to wonder when he might return. He didn't want to care. Dacio averted his pale eyes and turned his face away to cast his gaze out over the glowing blue sea to ponder how best to reject the Fisa's request.

But when he looked at her again, he knew he could not. Lobes pressed back against his crown again as he sought the bright emerald of her stare, and he emitted a breathy whine as he crept forward in attempt to fit himself against her once more. "I will find her," he murmured, letting his muscles slacken as he shoved the thought of his mission to the back of his mind in favour of holding onto what was left of the time shared in Portia's embrace.

When he woke to cool darkness of Hougeda, he was painfully aware of the hollowness of his chest. Blinking away the sleep in his eyes, Dacio looked around the dim cavern with disappointment; the soothing light was gone, and the warmth had seeped from his aching bones.