he is singing of Mother Moon, songs sung to strangers as he felt out of his mind stuck amongst once familiar trees. It was likely the vagabond spirit within him, having traveled for years and suddenly being confined into even such a beautiful and wonderful place as Taviora.

the song itself is one of when Mother Moon first formed her favorite creature, how the night’s sparkling stars of varying brightnesses inspired her. he sings it soft and gentle like a mother’s coo to the first of her pups. it is a soft sound he remembers was used between natu and everlyse to their children. he does not remember his former imprint, soul too sored by her vanishing act long ago, then his second son of her. he remembers too little - but suddenly it is not her who crosses his gaze, not even her phantom, despite that that often is what happens to him now and then.

no. this is an entirely different creature. Not tans that sparkle out of white and silver-- storm gray and light, scarred and worldly in her appearance. black and white and storm gray with the barest sheen of frost over her masked face.

suddenly things like lost mothers of his children and Mother Moon are far from thought.

“you seem like someone trying to become lost, or someone who wouldn’t mind the idea terribly much.”.