Ghost Lion Crag xxxxv. it's a waste of time

While she has elevated over time, he has fallen and made himself a distant, unreachable thing. No longer at home upon the mountain nor around it; back to the life of a wandering collector of tales, rather than the author of his true fate.

Raimo is jealous. Maybe that is why he lingers in conversation with the girl.

I am not here by choice, he clarifies. The look on his face is somewhat predatory somehow. It was his decision to leave Moonglow and his decision to remain away from it, but he lays blame, taking none for himself.

I have no place beneath Adrastus. And evidently, no place atop Kukutux either.