Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

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They came, they tended to him, they went away again. Screech did not have the wherewithall to learn their names but they were a scattered bunch, each as different as the next. Being among the dark trees and surrounded by these strangers in his current state made him think only of Blackfeather; his mind inevitably wandered back to the Caldera from there, to thoughts of war and of the dire situation his family had been left with.

Did anybody think about him? Worry about him? Believe he was dead - justly punished or otherwise? Maybe they didn't think of him at all.

That gave him some comfort - believing himself to be superfluous to the continuation of their life. They had more important things to think about. But it still hurt him, deep down. Screech missed the Caldera even if it hadn't really been home. This place wasn't really home either - just a place, at least for now.

He was not usually so introspective. Perhaps having the shit kicked out of him meant there was room for the sowing of some sense in it's place.