Nova Peak [m] Cloister of St. Glinda

A boy on a mountain.

Wasn't that all that Dagur was? There should have been jealousy but he only realized that the dancer was here with him. Not the other boy, not the other mountain.

But Dagur had just done this song and dance, had just built one home just to see it whisked away by death and chaos. He almost wanted to say no out of fear. Fear! Something so new! Yet he was soothed by the promises of other mountains, of other boys, of —

Never look back. We never.

We.

We.

We.