Northstar Vale [m] I know you don't have any other plans

The moon would forever whisper his name on the wind, but a fire screamed for him.

It is not so long after he'd met the flame that he followed her path. Her face was now etched into his mind. Her fleeting sent guiding him away from home, to mountains anew.

Now, so long after losing her perfume, of spending weeks of hastily trying to find it again, does he cross paths with another. Not the girl, but a familiar face nontheless. A ghostly one that puts a stop to his pace, and has Lómion staring wide-eyed before her.