Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

The boy had wandered rather far.

and he realized now that he was also rather lost, and upon turning in a few circles, until he lost all semblance of direction, the boy chose a tactic the would surely lead him home. ..eventually.

direction chosen, he squinted into the distance as his tiny legs kicked into gear. soon, he was speeding along, and though nothing looked remotely familiar, at least he was going...somewhere.

the world was rather big, wasn't it?

it was what seemed like hours later that he caught sight of the dark pelted figure. mother. Damien. Atshen. one of the above. yet the figure was female, too large, and hardly smelled like mother. yet he headed closer, until he was but a short distance away, not quite near enough to be noticed by those not the most perceptive. he had found someone,  yet completely unfamiliar, and a stranger. he plopped down on his but, staring at the other with huge,  unblinking eyes, as he considered what next to do.