Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

Artaax wasn’t listening as Furi attempted to sympathize with what she considered to be a shared experience. It was probably a good thing, otherwise he would’ve likely said something rude and insensitive and gotten his ass abandoned where he lay. As it was, he was distracted now with his own sob story and the worries that came with it.

He glanced at his friend and swore inwardly. Why hadn’t Blixen found him? Though really... maybe this actually was better. Maybe.

”I found Bat,” he started quietly, ”She lead me to the Redhawks. She ran away from Drageda to join them. As did... the others. They’re all there. They’re all natrona. They wouldn’t... they wouldn’t come back with me...”

Artaax found himself reliving the moment he’d asked his mother why she would rather be sentenced to death than come home with him, and she had evaded the question. The feisripa lived in a black and white world. His mother seemed to have been operating within the grey, thus Artaax simply couldn’t find a way to understand. It was die or be with him. She would rather die than be with him. It was so terribly, painfully simple.