Blackfeather Woods The demons of our past lives

The child was glanced at before his gaze trailed back towards the mother, silently dismissing her, should she wish to leave; he did not mind her presence but understood if she’d rather lead her child back into the woods. No longer than a second passed before his attention was back on Damien, however, at whom he smiled once the confirmation was there. He had missed the boy, truly, and likely would have embraced him had a question not fallen from his lips.

“He is,” he responded. “Vaati caused the woods a great deal of hardships, caused us to be driven from our home, and Cicero did not follow. I do not know of his fate.” He’d not found a body within the woods themselves, but that did not necessarily mean that there was not one to be found; he’d never looked beyond the woods, choosing to live without knowing, that way he might save some face when it came time for him to see Meldresi again.