Greatwater Lake and so the drum beats on

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The man, Kjalarr, offers a name but the boy is not as taken to that single peice of information as he is to the meger two words the scarred man spoke just seconds before; "No doubt." Kjalarr is clearly one who does not lets emotions slip very easy and Vaati, despite his best intellectual abilities has no way of telling wether the man means what he says, or if the idea of Vaati being his long-lost son simply entertains him. It causes his brow to crease, squinting up towards the man with questions in his eyes that he he does not say, keeping to him the inquiries that he is more than sure he will not get a soild answer to. There is much about this man, Kjalarr that pereplxes the child, but also draws him nearer, hanging off of each word spoken with anticipation to hear more.

But he is no sooner snapped from his daze, attention snagged on his whereabouts than the topic of his lineage. "I am not," He attempts correct the man, almost too matter-of-factly; the boy has not travelled far at all and the threat of becoming misplaced is one that he does not entertain the idea of. The ever-flowing stream of water will lead him home one way or the other, and his faith in its entirety is place in that. "The dark woods is that way," The boy nods over his shoulder in the direction from which he came, and does not think otherwise of revealing his home to a man he has just met. For even this truly is his father, Vaati sees little reason to fear the secret of where he sleeps. Even if Kjalarr is not the father he speculated he could be, Vaati has never seen a stranger sucessfully infiltrate the blood wall that surrounds the dark woods; he has little to fear from revealing where his family lives when the potential threat will have no chance to act on it. "The river will take me back."

Vaati has little interest in returning at that moment, if any interest at all. His eyes train on the tip of the Spire, fixated on it alone. "But I want to go there," He indicates to the Spire, a point of which he is more than sure he will stand far above those who so aggitate him on the ground. He is unaware that this is the site Kjalarr wishes to mark his claim, and a simple coincidence that it is. The boy will not rest easy until he has set foot on it's steeple, and will return each day until he does. It is that very mindset that pushes to go beyond what he knows; because he simply needs to know. It is an instinct that borders on obsession, but the boy pays no mind to that now. It will only be once he is old enough, that the true weight of his desires will begin to sink in.

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