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“Oh,” said Daylily, listening to Artyom’s description of his family pack. “I couldn’t imagine living somewhere that cold all the time. My family pack, Oakstead, had very pleasant summers. It was very green there. I think I would be sad if it snowed all the time.” Day was curious; she had had her own reasons for leaving Oakstead, and she wondered why others left their homes, as well. “I left Oakstead to find adventure, I suppose,” she confided in Artyom. “It’s a wonderful place, and I miss it so much sometimes, but I just felt that I wasn’t contributing anything useful there. I hope I can change that now, here.” She looked at the male. “Why did you leave your home?” she asked, and then added hastily, “You—you don’t have to tell me. I’m only curious.”