His father shared the tale of his life, and all that was missed was given to Raiyuk in the form of a long story. It sounded as though Chakliux had been surviving well, and with new friends. It made Raiyuk wonder what he could say of himself—of the lonely days he'd spent trying to be a trader in a land that did not appear to utilize them. He thought of telling him about the life left behind, but that was also fragmented, and what memories he held now were like dreams.

The north of this place is very cold, but not terrible. I think much of this land is like winter! I wondered for a while if it would be like that, always. Have you seen changes? He wondered about this, because Raiyuk had not seen much of the sun and he had witnessed week-long snowstorms. There were dreams too—those shared with others, focused on the runestones—which he now thought of, but did not mention.

He shared, Aya! Father—I do not know if this land is good for a trader. I think it is not. I have seen so few people of late, and no villages in need of me. What should I do? It is strange here, without the sea and the seals. But he laughed then, too, because it was such a silly thing to be sad about! He did not want to cause harm to his father's spirit.

Your new home—Walosi, what is it like?