`` cavain 's wandering found worlds too wild overgrown and torn by the tides all lives lived in fear of the flame only ashes left behind the fae of fire to his side , cavain called the wild herd to learn the order of the god to raise great cities of crystal but the pyran would not heed his kindest word two hundred eighty-eight days of light will be desired by a night if you would dare lay claim to the right to ask a gift of the white `` years ago , you paid your respects for an arcadian year , in accordance with the lay of cavain , '' xartasia said , caressing gavriel 's sunken cheek with her porcelain fingers .