Blacktail Deer Plateau I am no upstart demon, scrabbling in the dirt of the soul.

His mind was heavy with too many thoughts. The boy almost missed what his sister was saying, but caught on just in time to say, I'll go. He hadn't been strong enough to protect Rusalka from the raging sea or the quaking earth, he hadn't been good enough to keep Clementine safe when she had vanished, and now he pined deeply for his mother, yet another loss he wasn't about to let stand. Rather than follow behind as he typically did among his siblings he would take the lead for a change, and maybe that would be enough to keep Nieve safe, at the very least, while they hunted for their wayward mother.

Without waiting, he slipped ahead of her along the path and began following the descent of the plateau's edge, running at times when the incline became so great that he couldn't help himself; weaving between the trees, utterly focused on the path ahead as it trailed away from their new home. Somehwere out there was Rosalyn, and the two kids were determined to find her.