With all of the recent events including the tournament going on, it was time that the sweet soul of Dawnbreak had gotten some time off for himself. N​ó​ttin had taken off from Northfall's borders, doing some exploring in the lands beneath the mountain's great gaze. Ribbons of bright colors streaked across the sky as the sun began to sun. Shades of pinks, violets and indigos brought a warmth to his chest that he hadn't felt in a while. It was a nice reminder that not everything in the world was filled with doom and gloom.

The sable man continued on to a deep forest nearby, his eyes catching sight of something rather odd in the distance. That's when it vanished, then reappeared again. A single pink flicker of light, a sparkle, danced in front of his glacial blues. Then took off into the foliage as if being instructed by an unknown force. N​ó​ttin followed after it, chasing it with great enthusiasm wondering if this was some kind of grand surprise. The pink sparkle did lead him somewhere in fact, but not necessarily to a specific place. Rather a specific something: pink fireflies. What on earth?