He was named for moss, named for the beautiful, soft green plant that grew on the trees of his birthplace. When the snows had come, the moss had gone. He had been born in the swamp, under the bright summer sun. He and his brothers, had been warm and happy and safe, right up until the first hint of cold. When they had been picked up and thrown out into the snow he almost couldn't believe it.
Gual in particular had tried to find his way back, struggling to accept the truth.