I do feel like at times I am the little bird eating the bread crumb trail dropped by Hansel and Gretel that they left behind as a way to find their way home. Each crumb was to be a clue so they wouldn't get lost in the Woods but instead they ended up at the Witch's Gingerbread house... but that is a tale for another time.
The first piece of bread was when Atian, leaving for his forever home, left a hole that needed to be filled as not just any blue Fae could do. Then another crumb was seeing a tattoo that inspired me as a story that needed to be told. Many more crumbs followed. Now with all these different directions I could have been taken, the bread crumbs eaten and the trail now gone, I could have easily gotten lost. Then my North Star showed up. One should always look to the North Star (the brightest in the sky) to find their way home.