Kjell. The ghost nodded. At least Karina had been safe and with sort of family. But then the dragon girl had gone north, then east, finding the lands where Kjors had hailed from. Where she had stayed for months before deciding to return to the Lore—to find the rest of her family. Another nod, his features soft. He felt sorry for the girl. No child deserved to lose their parent, or their family. For Bennet’s sake, Lachesis hoped that she found Kyrios or Karina. Hopefully both.

His shoulders sagged in relief as she agreed to pass the message along. He did not expect her to keep her word, but it was nice to have hope. I’ll keep an eye out for them, he responded with a slow wag of his tail, his chartreuse gaze fixated on the ebony dragon, and tell them to wait for you. XIX offered her a soft smile as he took a step back, giving her space to depart. Be safe, he started, his tone genuine as the words tumbled off his tongue, and if you need anything, you know where to find me. With a final nod the ghost turned away from the lone dragon, his paws directing him back to the trees that surrounded the lake.