Blacktail Deer Plateau buried in the dark

What was it like to have a home you could go back to? Somewhere you could remember? He listened to her in silence, seemingly more interested in the faraway lands than in the conversation, but in truth Tryphon was listening intensely to her. He wondered briefly where it was that he grew up. Where had he come from? The sea? No, the boy liked to think that he was born like any other. Not some kind of humunculous birthed from the remnants of fish, sand, and salt. Tryphon imagined that it would feel nice to have a place where he belonged; or better yet, somewhere he could visit, where he started. The closest thing he could recall was the seaside, and it frightened him.

I'd like that. He stated flatly, accidentally vague while his mind wandered little by little. Well, w-what I mean is, he liked the idea of having an origin place. The beast pursed his lips and seemed to frown at the horizon, and turned to regard Saena with the same curious expression; he looked a bit frustrated, and likely was having a hard time putting his many thoughts in to words. I don't know where I come from. I thought... I don't know. I wish I had a place to visit. But in the end he had nothing. No family, no ties, not even Saghani. Tryphon was loath to let this next opportunity fail — he wasn't going to disappoint Saena for any reason, not if he could help it.

Out of nowhere came a pointed question: What was it like?