Wild Berry Meadow one pulls into port

She mouthed Uaine Gorsedd, marveling at the rich sound of it. She wished she had been there to see it—to see her mother lead in her own right. The condolences she accepted with a brief nod; the tears didn't come as easy after these many seasons, but every so often, they pricked at the corners of her eyes.

This was one of those times.

Ah, Lilitu began, blinking hastily, I don't know. I'm thinking of maybe visiting my father. He was living north of the mountains last time I saw him; maybe he's still there.

Or maybe he's dead. Or maybe he will be once you get there and bring your bad luck to his doorstep.