This place is so far from home... I feel... odd.
When I came here with Yorg, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. There were no forests. There were no fey. There was no magic in this world. The air was stale and cracked and burned in my nose... it made my heart ache.
I miss my home, even though my tribe were not the nicest to me. I miss my lands. The creatures... their songs in the evening. I miss the airships... and the long days travelling with Yorg and Iamus. I miss how he'd draw me in his book by the fire. How he'd blush every time I said I loved him. I miss a lot of things...
Most of all... I miss Yorg. ...he's just not the same anymore.