Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

i was torn whether to keep writing here or leave it where i felt a natural ending... and i eventually opted for the latter. /shrug >_>

As they surveyed the babbling rush of the stream, Mordecai had already started considering where it was that he would find a prize meal. He wasn't particularly a fisher by default, but he had learned. In that search it brought out a passing thought of where he may have found Luke at any given time, and hot on its heels was a sour thought he felt he needed to seek to drown soon. He distracted himself, his gaze tore away from the waters to rest on Larkspur. Only once more, he found her teary-eyed expression gave him further pause from simply continuing on.

For a moment he thought he understood what he saw in that gaze. Truthfully he didn't understand it fully—he was far too nomadic to hold attachment to any specific place. But it was not much of a jump to connect memories together, and he still recalled one where all of his children had wanted more than to go back home. Words eluded him for a moment, so he gave her a simple kiss at the crown of her head with no sure way to know if it conveyed that he understood.