The Sunspire heaven bend to take my hand.

Vienna may have been naive in her trust, but Summer was rather foolish in his paranoia. It wasn't likely that if anyone did discover his antler that they would steal it from him. After all, it was really just a useless hunk of bone. It was cool-looking, yes, but not too many creatures in the wild collected things for their aesthetic appeal. Summer was well on his way to being the first ever pack interior decorator, a trade I have no doubt that Ferdie and Jace would covet for the 'Spire.

She was a talkative little thing. Summer didn't mind much, and in fact found it rather refreshing that he wasn't expected to fill any silence between them. He was also pleased that she didn't push for further information about his past. Her self-restraint was admirable, he found himself thinking. The story about being "taken away" when he was very young rarely went without a follow-up question from the listener. It sounded much more devious than it truly was, but Summer had yet to figure out a way to tell it better without it becoming some fabricated lie. He was an honest boy, and even a small fib to make his history sound less traumatic could not roll easily off of his tongue.

"I've never seen the coast," Summer found himself replying as his bright eyes drifted across the loam. He had done a great deal of traveling with his father after his mother had died, but they somehow had never made it quite that far.

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