Emberwood We could be men with ven

The north must have been a very different place. Ibis couldn't imagine anything being worse than this, the chilly and wet season they were bordering upon, and yet she knew that when winter hit properly, fully, she'd be struggling pretty hard. If the northern summers considered the current state to be a mild summer then she really wasn't suited to it, and that made her very, very sad. Maybe one day she'd go just to say she'd seen those lights he described—but more likely, she'd be stuck to warmer lands like the Wilds.

When he mentions that he might have to migrate back for a while, she is immediately crestfallen. I understand. You probably miss your home. But maybe in the coming weeks the woodland would become home, too. At least she could take comfort in the thought of Pygmalion returning one day — seasonally, like the birds. That thought brought a little humor back to her face; she smiles softly, and answers his question with a distracted air: I don't find it too warm... And maybe we'll all migrate with you. Who knows.