The stars were all kinds of wrong, here. Not a single familiar constellation. And so Nate was forced to hold the opinion that his cardinal directions might also be a little off. Who was to say the sun rose in the east and met the moon on a westward trail, here? Maybe it was a drifter, too. He'd woken in a dark wash of red, after all, and seen nothing like that before or since.

But feeling a little industrious about the whole thing, he made his way in the direction he guessed would be South if this was a place like home, and was pleased to see a relentment of snow after a few days in favour of a brightly-dressed forest.

It wasn't a sure answer... Pa's determination that Nate should have a proper education meant he knew that if you walked the earth upside-down, it got cold in a different direction. But it was a kernel more certainty that at least one thing here might make sense.

He'd always admired the autumn. Now he could feel it all around him in a million new sensations, and he gave himself over to the wanderlust for it. Even if just for a little while. Maybe it would clear his head. Ko-Ga even found more crows, and for a while amused himself doing cartwheels with them in the air.

By the time the light was fading, Nate realized he'd missed the best chance to reconnect with Mithwyth or find a proper hearth for the night and might end up sleeping rough.

But maybe that wouldn't be so bad, either. He could spend the night making up new names for new stars.