Blacktail Deer Plateau He said "Peter Pan, that's what they call me,"

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A soft smile crept up upon his maw at her perisistance, accompanied with the nudge to his shoulder. He supposed he should take an opportunity like this, just to talk. His sister was here, asking him what was wrong, who was he to turn her away? She was family, and he cared a great deal for her. Secrecy was not an act he wanted a part in. "C'est bon, d'accord," The boy glanced again at the stars, wishing Hawthorn was still here with him. Perhaps... perhaps he was still alive out there, somewhere. "Hawthorn me manque."

"I don't know if you remember him." He gave a sad smile, turning back to his sibling. Perhaps she had lost memory of him, that boy of dark shades and charming grin that rarely showed unless it was in the presence of Kieran. "Not having him here... it hurts."