thinking of you

I'd hug Charon if I didn't think he'd eat my face. :C

And where he had anticipated anger, he instead met a mixture of emotions that were just as unpleasant. The struggle over which emotions would take hold of his young nephew was evident not by his speech alone, but the scant mannerisms and nuances in expression. For whatever modicum of guilt washed through Mordecai, it was brief. Life was often not fair and he found there were little reasons to sugarcoat the truth, least of all with someone who had a hair-trigger temper. But the noticeable sag in his own mannerisms was hard to avoid — Osprey was his friend too. She was all of their friends and frankly Mordecai doubted that she had any enemies. It simply was not in her nature.

"Why don't you come and help us look?" he suggested. "Just because we haven't found where she's gone doesn't mean she isn't around somewhere. Maybe one of her trolls scooped her up and is keeping her safe." He didn't know if she had ever spoke of the trolls to Charon, or what kind of stories that the two shared. And for as much as he wanted to dote upon the mention of rank, he shied away from a likely outburst. Now wasn't the time anyway for such things. And as it was, they probably could have used all the able bodies for a searching party anyway, so why not try it with someone who had fresh eyes to the whole thing?