good night, sweet prince

Time has passed. How much time is not Isla's concern - Halo became the Grounds, strange became familiar, and she begins by trying to piece together whatever is left of the life she left behind. There isn't much, even less than she had hoped, in truth, but there's something at least. That something is Remi Taliesin. Rumours abound, of course, about the demigod in the Greatwood, and though she cannot go there, she also doesn't sleep. So it's of little consequence to send a raven into the trees with a letter to seek out the Lullaby, and pace the outskirts under the moonlight in the hope that she might glimpse her old friend. Call her nostalgic, but it's almost impossible to concentrate on anything else until she's started to rebuild those connections. And Edrei aside, there aren't that many connections in the Hollowed Grounds. ISLA pray for me pray to me