Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

Wherever his siblings were, Stag wondered if they were celebrating alone too. Maybe it was the style of his family.. Not that the boy would know, given how few of them remained. He hardly knew his family.. which meant, in a weird way, Sagtannet was his family now.

Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be?

He looked up as a shadow loomed across the rock, catching first the inquisitive burn of lilac amid Mahler's dark countenance. The boy's ears fell submissively as he pushed the rock away. He certainly remembered nothing of the day that he was born - it seemed so very weird to think of life outside the timeline in which he had existed.. What was it like, before he had come along? "Yeah?" His tail thumped sheepishly. "I don't."