The Lake

Eiro flew forward to get near the lake. They had camped out really quite close to where Eiro had first met the children back then. He smiled lightly as he spotted a particularly familiar spot. It had changed completely in the past eight years, of course, but it simply felt so familiar that Eiro would always be able to recognize it, even if a house had been built over it.

He stood in the middle of the clearing, which had overgrown completely since then. But even so, the three was still there. The one that Eiro was leaning against while holding Avalin and her basket. And then, in a place where a thick bush now stood, he saw Arc for the first time. He was still incredibly scared there, and Eiro probably caused his unique skill to level up a couple of times at that point.