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That made a lot of sense, given how familiar she seemed with the area. A willow forest seemed lovely, though, and it was good that she had at least some family nearby. Pirrup's arrival had brought him great joy, but the rest of his kin were still far away, and would likely remain so—a fact that was hammered home as she asked of his origins. For the first time since leaving, he felt a twinge of homesickness.

Ye've got a knack fer bringin' like minds t'gether, Pygmalion replied, swinging his tail in joyful compliment. We're from way up north, the land of snow an' ice. In the warmer months, sometimes it's daylight all the time. When it gets verra cold, sometimes there's constant night. And the lights. . .

He sighed blissfully, thinking of the hues of green and blue, purple and indigo, all dancing and cloaking the stars. Ye'd have to see them to really know. Perhaps yer travels will take ye there, someday. He wondered if he would return. Right now, he'd bet his life on it.