She wakes with her sister who has wedged between Samia and Constantine, unamused and missing her brother Alistair immensely, no matter that it was only a couple of hours into sleep. He understood this urge she had been acquiring, this compulsion that her father said was a mark of Dragons. Each Dragon of their bloodline had one. Bahamut had craved leadership, those to command, land to possess. He had done well in that compulsion, but it was knowledge (she thought) for Alistair. And for her? Things of nostalgic or emotive value. Pieces that held memory for her--- so perhaps it was another compulsive desire similar to Alistair. Memory. Memories. Things that brought her back to happy places, important places, and the like.

Still, Seamus so rarely seemed so sober of face and so she rises with a wobble and a quick retreat out of the den before others could stuff up the exit for their surprise exodus. She could have hardly have known what it was all about considering that her father and mother had been so especially lively the past few weeks -- she had almost thought she would have gotten to have a couple of little siblings with the way they had been eyeing each other all day.

Then they are in the clearing, ringed by trees, beneath an utterly opened sky where the snowclouds had left the sky bare for them to see the moon and stars. The moon was red, bleaching white with the end of a lunar eclipse, as she caught sight of just how still her mother and father lay. She knew in that moment quite instantly what had come to pass. She was especially bright, terribly clear of how the world worked despite her age. She was a sponge and she had seen things lay still where once they had been so vibrant in their life.

She moves before any of the others, laying at the nose of her father where the nose of her mother could also be felt. The last little dragoness did not weep, did not sob or cry, instead - she follows the suit of Alexander’s song, her sister’s song, and even Feather’s broken attempt. It is how they are found by the others, Constantine having fetched Arthfael and Ankh, Vladimir having caught Thor, and Herschel having found Alistair.

"Mommy, we will be okay. Mother Moon liked you best of all, Daddy said so. So she won’t let anything happen. Leave it, Feather. Don’t stare so hard, you know it wakes mommy up. Daddy said one day Mother Moon would want her moonbeam back, and Daddy said we had to let Mother Moon have her when she called her." She scolds Feather softly, but without room for argument.