Hideaway Strath a map to find my way in the dark

Sirius was urged along by Hemlock, and he obeyed happily enough, but the boy's heart wasn't in the dancing sky that evening. It was far away, as were his thoughts, and he watched what they all watched with a deep and steady sinking feeling in his chest that he could not identify as a yearning. He wanted more than this forest, and since meeting his siblings, he knew he wanted them too. The only things that held him back was pessimism— for surely none of them thought of him as he thought of them— and the idea that he would hurt his mother by asking for such explorations.

It wasn't obvious now, but he had the true soul of a scout. A star-wanderer. He sat beside Hemlock's curled form, hardly noticing the excited children beyond them as he watched the flashing sky; the angel meteorites falling far and bright; and he imagined that he could travel to them, and ask them all the questions he dared not ask back on earth.