Wild Berry Meadow dig that hole, forget the sun

Leaving the island wasn't as hard this time, but it still pained him to think of Seelie and Moorhen going on with their days minus his presence. He'd just started to feel normal again; like he belonged somewhere and was part of a family, when Maegi returned to him. They'd left, like he had agreed, but thoughts of the island plagued him as they traveled. He didn't bring it up in conversation as they went along - didn't say much at all, really, which was usually fine. Silence had never been a burden between the two ghosts before.

Then they found the forest's edge. It seemed to rise from the chilled mists of winter as if summoned, and Titmouse glanced to Maegi as if to confirm it wasn't just a mirage. She was staring raptly at their old home - then, running, laughing. It wasn't a sound he'd heard often but it made him feel lighter, a little better about their abrupt departure from Undersea. He watched her all but vanish in the snow, then picked up her trail and followed diligently after.