Blackfeather Woods Once a year we celebrate

Distance had been desired, but not received. He'd been called after, the words enough to make him stop, but not as an act of obedience. This time around, Xan knew to tread carefully, having experienced firsthand what happens when the other's words weren't acknowledged. Still, even though he'd stopped, he'd not returned to his previous spot. His body was turned so that he could face Damien, but aside from that he'd made no indications that he planned to approach. "I'm not a kid," he'd stated, voice being kept stable for the moment. The thought of being humiliated again didn't sit right within his stomach, almost making him feel sick as he swore he'd felt the warmth of urine spilling over his back once more. But, there was nothing actually there.

Shifting his weight, he'd looked elsewhere, ready to be sent on his way. "What do you want?" His tone was a bit harsher than he'd intended, and so it was directly afterwards that he'd fallen silent for a solid minute or two. "I just want to go." But where, he didn't yet know. Away from Damien, that was for sure, but from there he just didn't know.