The coolness around his ankles was a welcome distraction as he clumsily tried to navigate the causeway. Uaine had already been through the ruins and seen the remnants of his ruined garden. So far, he had yet to run into any of his other friends. Where had they all run to after the storm? He wasn't sure of anywhere else to look, but he knew that if she had returned, this was where he would find her.

He made his way into the little grotto and felt his spirits begin to sink even lower. He could remember where all the jars and plants had set, and there was still a familiar damp and earthy smell. It was much fainter now, however. All her stones and potions lay scattered, most of the ointments washed away. There was little left of all her hard work. He looked down at his hooves, remembering the feel of leaves and paste between his hooves. What would she think if she could see what was left of her workspace now?