Qeya River Through the endless daydream

It seemed things had been destined to crumble before him. Awen had been sent away from him by his own doing... he regretted it each day. All it had done was push the inevitable war further away, and still violence one day reigned down. To quell Aliroth's temper for a short period... the sacrifice of his favorite. Li had left after her, the representation of a broken promise, and Sundrea's death was the last straw. The universe was cruel indeed... and Dægmar was pushed into purposelessness. Wandering with no home anymore, leaving behind the ruins of the single home he knew in a fruitless pursuit of someone- anyone- worth living for. For all he knew, she and her daughter were both dead by now. What cruel reality. 

The new land was warmer than what he was used to, but comfortable indeed, with moderate weather that made long travels more bearable. Here Dæg found a river, where he dipped his ebony snout to the whispering current and took a long sip, replenishing his energy.