Looking around at the trees as Dove described them, Arven could not help but wonder how many of them had been named by the lonely, imaginative child. He noticed she tended not to mention Robin, but no doubt as the boy he had been taken off for schooling and seasoning, leaving his sister to wander the woods alone.

"If I'd had all this in my back garden, perhaps I wouldn't have been so quick to chase the horizon." Though the truth was, no amount of trees could stop Arven from turning the whole world into his back garden.

As they slowed to a halt, Arv smoothly dismounted and held out a gallant hand to help Dove down from Jupiter. Of course she could manage on her own; but that was hardly the point.