Bearclaw Valley count it all joy

When she admitted to once living in the area Larus felt deeply jealous, and then ponderous, wondering to himselt what it might be like to have a home with such beauty. To have any home at all - he had no memory of any such place, which had once been frightening to think about.

What is it -- er, what was it like?

Why did he even bother to ask? He wouldn't remember in the morning, the man thought bitterly. His gaze darkened with the thought - and while Larus had come to terms with his condition and even adapted to it, he still loathed a part of himself for the weakness within. The fluidity of his mind and the evaporation of every detail.