Dragoncrest Cliffs moonstone.

"find your eldest sister."

her voice was careful as ever, soft and sweet and steady -- but worry filled her breast, that her son would hold too much resentment for poor dalia that he would ultimately not want to seek her out. "dalia is along the coast still, i've sensed it, but i cannot travel to her as i have to you," she told him with a flick of her pale ear, "tell her all that has happened." dalia deserved to know. sequoia had left without a trace -- without a goodbye -- and it had hurt portia so terribly. dalia had at least said goodbye, even if it hurt all the same. 

"i think she has suffered something -- i don't know what, i can't see very clearly," she continued, her brow furrowing. that dacio would find out how dalia faired was enough for her poor, restless spirit. even if tragedy had struck, she just wanted to know her eldest daughter was safe. "my sweet gona, can you do this for me?"