I keep watching the Gilven, I enjoy their family dynamic and the care they show for each other. It leaves me feeling incredibly nostalgic. Though I felt a bit sad when I found out there son Alwin had already left before I started watching, and of course the losses they suffered due to the actions of those three sisters. Or that the knowledge that I had and couldn’t share, such as letting them know what happened to Ellie or Where Gaelyran had been kept, but I kept going hoping they could put the pieces together and pull forward as a family.

     However, barely a year later, I feel my hopes get dashed as Ardryll and Er-Lan leave Kel alone in the woods. I tell them to just turn around and help him through it, but as always any words that I have to say simply stop at the window, never reaching who I want to speak to. I sit down next to my window and watch Kel. Alone and lost he wandered without his family, I know he feels alone, but I like to think that me watching helps somehow

     As I continue to watch him on his journey, it becomes better and better. There are moments where I worry for Kel, but he finds a way to push through, finding the Moongleem and finally reuniting with his family. I happily watch as he slowly reforms his bounds and becomes part of the family again. I nearly scream at the window when he encountered the Demon from Heaven. I couldn’t describe how thankful I was when Ardryll used the staff to save him from that thing.

     I just keep watching him as he continues to move forward, becoming a better fighter and improving as a person. His lows and highs, the moments he couldn’t see himself. I keep saying over and over to the window that, that isn’t Ardryll, that he needs help, but as always my words reach nobody. When they finally do find out the young elf, Sirris, nearly ruins everything for them, but they find a way to help Ardryll with the help of the Kendo brothers again. Which does make me realize just how tunneled my viewing has become lately, I didn’t even know that the Eastlands was in such turmoil, but I’ll keep watching.

     When they leave for the Maze, I can’t watch them anymore. Something there keeps me from watching what’s happening there with my window, and it leaves my more restless than I remember being in centuries. I then realize that something is different about my surrounding, so I dispel my window and begin to move away from my current position. The world seems fuller than it was in the years before, but more frighteningly, something else is out there.