Daja walked slowly by the temples in Religion Row, weaving a path through the many places of worship. The temples here were alien and unfamiliar, and she could only wonder what strange and unknowable gods they were dedicated to.

But though unknown, they were gods and sacred spaces nonetheless. Perhaps one of these temples honoured the gods of the Daligig, creators of Stacy. Perhaps others honoured the gods of her crewmates, and her new friends. Whatever their origin, they deserved Daja's respect - and so she walked silently and with solemnity.

Her quiet respect was broken however, by the sound of her own gasp - because up ahead was a temple that was familiar to her. Painfully familiar - she would know those walls anywhere.

"Winding Circle?" she whispered. Could it really be? The temple that she had been brought to after her family's death, the place where she met her foster-siblings, the place where she had learned about magic and smithing...could it really be here?

Daja ran, her heart pounding as she raced towards her former home.