Neverwinter Forest are you sisyphus or are you tantalus?

The days passed and her homesickness became unbearable. Treepie didn’t want to stay at the caldera, despite the family there, but she couldn’t go home either. It didn’t really exist anymore. She wandered aimlessly, listlessly. Wyvern winged along, an ever-present shadow.

Should I go find anaa? she said to the bird when the foliage grew thick and forced the nighthawk to ground herself—on the wolf’s back. It would be nice to see her, even if I didn’t stay with her. But what, she continued sadly, if she doesn’t want to see me? She never came back. Maybe she’s happier, having left everything and everyone behind…

Part of her knew there was no merit to such a thought, yet Tiuttuk was in a dark place. When her surroundings came to match the gloom in her mind, she halted suddenly and looked around, yellow eyes bright in the dim of the deep woods. She had no idea where she was.

Before she could decide whether that mattered, the soft crunch of footfalls nearby caught her attention. Holding her breath, Pie squinted through the pine-scented shadows, ears twisting as she tried to pinpoint the origin of the sound.