[If you ever have a child and live through such times as she has, with such a terrible parent? Sometimes you must worry far from their bed when they lie sleeping soundly, tucked up safely with their sending crystal close, the door locked and warded, their favourite stuffed nug snuggled next to them. Usually she would prowl but well, don't restless things seek other restless things out?]

How many a tale is told of a man alone upon a mountain or a tower, or battlements such as these, wondering at the twists and turns his life did take. [A sigh escapes, soft, almost sharp, swallowed by the wind that disturbs the magic in her hands and ruffles the feathers of her robes though she doesn't shiver.] Tis more surprising to see you here rather than by the tents or the gardens, perhaps you wished to avoid company entirely?