Information finally brought me back to Valorn's shores. Or the need for information, rather. I simply did not have enough for what I was working on. Back I stepped through the doorway and back to the RoK's stone tower. I had some notion of staying to collect only what I needed and then retreating again to lose myself in solitude and study. Fate intervened in the form of a funeral. For an outfit of clothing. I stood there in Dundee Center and remembered a time when I would have joined in such revelry...if not started it. A time when I would have thrown myself into the absurdity of it all and not just stood back, pure politeness keeping me there. And then Cenny sang and my reserve began to slip.

I believe it was Ravi, or perhaps Asante who asked if I would host the wake. So strange to not remember exactly who provided me a way back to myself. But I accepted and soon found myself swept along in that same light-hearted foolery that had been such a part of who I was. And every time I felt the need to leave..to flee and fight it, there was Loki and his murmured words.

And then the cape attacked. And I slipped off to the throne room, a habit so ingrained in me it was impossible to resist. And there was a seal breaker and corrupted knight. And suddenly that part of me surged to life as well. Then suddenly, in some strange way, I finally achieved a balance within myself.

Thank you Stormy Sunset, you will forever hold a place in my fondest regard.