Nova Peak Oh, I've got reservations about so many things.

Maybe asking his father to search for him was implausible to some degree, but what would he do for Phaedra? Phaedra; snowdrop and heather, breath of argent sylph, a wondress without an eye scar. Phaedra; who while he envied, no longer had the room in the hew'd canyons of hsi heathland of a heart, to hate. Why were they estranged again? He hardly remembers.

And so under the sudden drifts of the rain, the dirk searches for his milk-kin, hoping that she had changed in her heart as well. Instead, he found...Bagh was it? Pelage dewy and slick like the ice he was whittled from. Feather-light step; a chirrup of his breast, he'd found the broken-blighted boy he was scouring for.