Moonspear moving day

Could be a cameo - kinda a panic attaack lmao

He was around, as always, being the subdued guardian in the background. One by one the children slipped from their den and met with the adults waiting for them; when Tryphon saw them, he found himself mentally checking them off. He hadn't said a word about the missing child before - the one with three limbs - and the fact that the babe was not among them seemed to be perfectly fine (perfectly forgotten) to the Moonspear progenitors. It had been weeks. He should not have thought about it, but found himself imagining the days where he was so small - and while the memories were vague and foggy things, he couldn't help but wonder about this last child's fate.

Those that were alive and well, the children before him, seemed eager in different measures for the adventure ahead. It occurred to him then - just for a moment, a glimmer - that Tryphon himself had been subjected to quite the journey too. He recalled the scent of a river as if he were standing over it; the sensation of aching limbs, of a growing chill... And he had to look away from the gathering. Instead of watching them, he slipped through the shadows until he could gather his bearings, take a deep breath, and return to the present. The flash of memory did not make much sense to him (just like the others), but he was left feeling oddly.. Vacant.