Redtail Rise I am the unreliable narrator of my own story.

His calling amounted to very little - or so he thought! As he turned and tried to focus enough to listen for a reply, there came only the sound of winter wind through the trees, and the falling of snow. He realized in that moment how isolated he was; and, for the first time in probably ever, he wasn't thinking about fire.

And then he saw her.

A strong-bodied, lissome creature who was at-home in the snow, but stared him down with moonshine eyes. The way she carried herself made Hypnos quiver (and he blamed that on the cold again). Oh, uh, hi —

She seemed to be conveying some obvious cues, even to the sleep-deprived young man. Her questions were mirrored in ihs expression and the sinking of his own posture. He was alone, and while that was a status Hypnos had grown accustomed to, now he felt targeted and didn't know what to do.

Do you know where Hearthwood is? I'm supposed to be there, not here.