Silvertip Mountain breaker of trees

Fjall did his best to keep pace with Kusuma’s explanation. He was seconds behind, and hesitated further due to his own idiosyncrasies, but after delicately parsing through the things that she said, he concluded that they were alike in some ways. Still, they were different in other ways, as he still knew where some of his family was. He still had a place to turn to… unlike poor Kusuma.

I’m sorry they are lost to you, he said, struggling to speak louder than a whisper. It felt terrible to even have to acknowledge her utter loneliness. Maybe… maybe Kusuma-heart is nearby, he said, trying to inject a little hope into such a hopeless tale. Maybe we just have not found it yet. Tell me, what do you see when you think about ‘home,’ when you think about your heart?