It had been a tumultuous few months coming back to Moladion and settling in Taviora. In the past six months, I’d reunited with Zelda and Roman, taken in the lost Caesura, almost lost Malachi to a fierce blizzard, and taken a pilgrimage to another pack-land to hear tales of old Moladion. Now, with Spring on the horizon, I look forward to starting a fresh year with a birth of my own – a rebirth. I need closure on some things before I can fully pursue some of my new life goals. Learning about the history of Moladion and Taviora has me itching to fulfill my original purpose, to use my gifts to aid the Alpha, even if I’ve lost my ability to Dream properly; I’m sure Roman also has stories from before he settled down… I must move past the deaths of my daughter and brother which sent me on this path in the first place, I need a constructive outlet to relieve my pent-up frustration; I wonder how Roman handled his loss... I also have designs to strengthen my bond with my adopted daughter, she was very much in-need of a home when I found her and I hope to give her a proper family, her and any future children… I may have…

It has been a… challenging winter…

The cool, dewy grass makes my morning constitutional especially pleasant; I could walk for hours like I used to when I was younger. As if to prove me wrong out of spite, I stumble upon a beautiful glade and find myself drawn in, entranced by the magical spot. A nearby rustle snaps me out of my trance, how long had I been here that I don’t remember laying down? Rising to my feet, I feel rested and rejuvenated, as if I’d just awoken from a dreamless sleep. Hello? The rustling continues but is moving away, curiosity demands I investigate. I follow the ‘intruder’, making no attempt to conceal myself to avoid the always-akward “surprise interaction”. I eventually catch sight of the source of the rustling, a dark wolf figure with – Astraea!? There could be no mistaking it! She could grow up, turn around, upside-down, there could be no one else with that beautiful blanket of stars draped gracefully across her. I briskly trot up to the midnight-shaded girl, bracing myself for the shock of ages as with Zelda. I hadn’t seen Astraea since she was a pup, we’d watched the stars fall together, a proper Moladion welcome. How had the years been for her? Astraea! It’s so good to see you – I’m not even sure if you remember me, Coquette, the Dream Speaker. I last saw you a few years ago to see the meteor shower, Star Maiden. I find it impossible not to grin warmly, fueled by the burning embers of memories of a happy past.