Quiet a while had passed since everything had happened. Life had been... almost close to what a human would consider normal. Granted, a human probably wouldn't consider having someone in your head talking to you each day normal, but everything
else was probably as close to normal as it would ever be for Tamoriel. Knowing that he wouldn't be persecuted by his own kind any longer, he had decided to settle down on Evelon's main physical plane, creating a home for himself and his beloved in the Whisper Forest. It had been chosen for its distance from any human civilizations, away from temptations for Ansina. Still, it was close enough to Aldrect that trips were not impossible and could be done in fashion that would make seem fit for humans, unlike where his trip was today. Wilt'no was far from home - purposefully so. Returning to Wilt'no was always painful and brought up many a memory that one would want to forget. That didn't stop him from venturing there far too often to be considered normal. In his mind, it was the least he could do for failing to ask the gods to do something about the lost souls trapped beneath the sands of the Wilt'no Desert. It was the least he could do for Luca.