He could have been deterred, could have given up - but Nemeon does not want that to be who he is anymore. It has already taken him too many years to take these steps to change himself. Too long did he spend just accepting the fact that he was dangerous to everyone who may want to get close to him. It was so easy to just suffer, to accept that he was cursed.

No more, no more.

He had waited longer than he probably should have last time, only receiving a wind that sounded mournful. It had only been the threat of dawn that had moved him, encouraging him to soar down the mountain and find a sheltered spot to spend the day as stone.

Tonight, the summer air is warm when Nemeon takes his first breath after sunset and he feels encouraged. He does not know how many trips it will take but determination has set in and he makes the climb up the mountain once more. He goes to stand in the same spot as last time before moving a few feet further up. Perhaps it wasn’t that spot that was bad luck, just himself, and he smiles a little at his foolishness - but hey, he was willing to try anything to get attention.