Meadowlark Prairie i'll be home for christmas.

Fig watched in quiet concern as the girl began to struggle with something. He wanted to ask, but a shift in her posture gave him a better view of the mangled side of her face--something he hadn't noticed before. Sympathy rose in him instantly, burning in his throat. It took him a moment to realize that he too had become awkward, only in that he was staring and wearing his feelings on his face. One bad habit from growing up with a blind sister--he sometimes forgot that others could see him.

"I'm not totally sure," Fig answered, glad when she offered a distraction, "I was going to visit my family at the Caldera, but now that they're gone... I suppose I'll see if I can find some packs nearby that might know what happened." He paused thoughtfully before asking a question, "Brecheliant is nearby, isn't it?"