Yet, in the late hours of the night after Taijin had gone to bed, Kreiss was sneaking out with nothing but his clothes and shoes, and a posy of Twisps he took from the vase in the hallway. And yes, he was going into Norynn.
He wasn't one to break promises, and well, he wasn't breaking any. He hadn't promised to stay out of Norynn forever. He merely promised not to worry his dáska anymore. It was not like he was going to get into trouble.
His heart was heavy as he made his way into the forest, tracing his memory for the route to the place his dragon was taken from him. Deep in the woods, everything looked largely the same, but Kreiss could tell which way to go, which turn to take. He didn't think he would ever forget.
