Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

Why thank you, kind Wraen, he teased when she allowed him the half credit for his answer. It hadn't occurred to him that he could have made up any old name. Then again, Phox wasn't the dishonest type, and he certainly didn't want to go around making up names for his dead(?) relatives.

Phox settled down when they reached the scenic view, and he found himself wishing that Wraen, Arcturus, and the others had never left in the first place. They'd had such a good thing going, and he still couldn't really understand why they'd left. He knew it had something to do with bad blood between them and Moonspear, but he really couldn't fathom it. Still, it was nice to have them nearby, so he would have to settle for that.

Mosquitos really are the worst, he agreed, letting the silence settle for a moment longer. He took a peek at the sun, which had meandered a little further to the west since he had gotten here.

I want to see it, too. I'm glad you and the others will be close. It was nice to just... sit here with a friend and think about the months and years to come.