Starglow Basin that long black cloud is comin' down

First time through it, aye. Riddle confirmed, although it was probably obvious given the inherent wonder he carried.

It felt good to have company, he figured. If a warning bell should've rung in the back of his mind, it would arrive as the sound of his father's voice—going to a secondary locale? Risky business, that. If such a doubt entered his mind at all, he gave no sign.

Lived just about everywhere. Seaside moors. Shale cliffs. The sorts of forest you could get lost in for weeks—think those are called labrynths, or some such. He'd certainly traveled more than his fair share. Haven't found a favorite yet. Ma always said it'd happen eventually; happens to everyone, 'ventually.

A tug at the corners of his mouth, and he's smirking again. This time it was for Riddle himself.