Standing near an edge of an island strung along many in the Diadem, R'nehva looked at the vast expanse, lost in his thoughts. He bought his hand down over his chin as he struggled with the stress of an ongoing dilemma with the Holy See. His hand happened to brush upon a necklace, the very same one he received all those years ago on a night in the Raincatcher Gully. He smiled, as the memories of that day came flooding back. Flicking his ears and tail in reliving that small yet joyful moment with R'fhansu, he held the necklace tight.
"Happy Starlight, mother."
