Northstar Vale The only way I can get some sleep alone

and maxim would be in the gentle clearing of wraen's rest. looking for a sign of life that might lead him further.

a stray feather, a track in the fresh snow.

he thought he had seen a crown sweep through the clearing earlier. yet wherever it had gone was not obvious.

but there, a sound, could it be? something for him to set out upon tracking?

his head turned and green eyes landed softly on the familiar form of —

reyson,