Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

Though nearly all timeline of Merlin's existence before he had been picked up by the bachelor pack in the wilds, had been wiped from his memory, now and then some random snippets would resurface. It could be a particular smell that would evoke an emotion in him - warm feeling in his belly, fear, anger or curiousity. It could be a sound - more specific someone's voice telling him something, uttering a phrase with the rest of the speech turning into an incoherent banter. It could be a tiny detail in the landscape - his eyes caught sight of it, while his brain tried to figure out, why was it important at all. Was there any meaning attached to it. 

And something had shifted in him, when he had found a teeny, tiny succulent, ledged on a nearly vertical cliff wall, shivering, but standing boldly against the cold wind that brushed past it. Merlin knew he cared very little for plants in general, but for a moment there he had thought of someone, who would be very interested to have it. He had not yet made many friends here and Njord had more interest in girls than flowers, so he lingered at the spot for a while, trying to find out, why did this little plant felt important to him.