Northstar Vale touched by lightning; touched by death

You too... He speaks, the words a mumbled whisper. She always had the right words to say- pretty words, filled with rhythm and flow, proper and soft. I'll see you again. He promises, unwilling to allow himself to say goodbye. Waiting until she turns away he too would hesitantly turn from Gracious and trot off out and away from the protective confines of Northstar Vale. 

Courtfall had burned bright and died out quickly as a moth to flame.