Razorback Ridge dissonance.

@Reiko or anyone else from RE who wants caretaker/naturalist threads?

Against his better judgement he kept on moving, distancing himself from Moonspear and everything it represented for him. The pain of losing Kukutux had not set in yet; truly, Revui did not consider her lost. He thought of her when he drifted to sleep at night, and again in the morning when he sought out the white barked trees for pain management. On and on he went, though. The shadows of the mountain had fallen away from him days ago while the weight of his failing persisted. He infrequently recalled (with limited clarity) the conversation with Hydra and was refuelled temporarily by a sense of spite, and for a few hours that was enough to propel him, until Revui inevitably grew too despondent with his circumstances to bother laying blame. He did not look back even once.

His path led from the Heartwood where he'd collapsed the first night northeast, towards a chain of mountains he did not know. The towering peak that caught his eye — the Sunspire, which unknown to him used to be his mother's land — reminded him once more of the family he'd left behind and so came a fresh wave of spite, frustration, and childish anger. He climbed the hillside without letting himself rest, and by the morning of the fourth day he would consider the ridge conquered. From there he could look out across a sprawling vista — a vale, rather — while twilight warmed the clouds around him; but he saw no beauty in this, and stood ruminating over what to do next.