Two Rivers Isle Mother knows best... Most of the time

Mother embraced him, covering his body with her own warmth once more and he felt safe. Pyro had always had a stronger connection to his mother than his father would ever develop, and he did not mind having been taken from the den that night if it meant spending time with her, his life-giver.

His face was nudged upwards, and he didn't put resistance. He'd been pointed towards the sky, and as soon as he opened his eyes again he could see the wonders of the night. Twinkling above him like the reflections on the river, the stars looked incredible, and they took the kid's curiosity without much effort. He blinked, trying to get a better sight, and soon got lost in their beauty. "They're not scared," he stated, referring to, but not explaining that they always went away when the sun came up.