Hushed Willows And through the merry flowers of June

At one point he'd merely been afraid that the adults would just be pissed at him breaching the borders.  Now?  Somehow it seemed almost worse that one of them was showing interest in it.  If everything he did was wrong, why would he trust them to be honest about their intentions if they seemed to be okay with something?

He eyed her warily, why was she so happy about everything?  Seriously, every time it always seemed like none of them thought anything was wrong.  Like hello?  Mali and Brilliance were still treated like the children locked in the back bedroom when company came by, even if sometimes people feigned to care.  Didn't go there.  Not really, at least.  The places he'd gone that kept inside this regional forum were pretty much just foothills.  He shrugged. They're just there, I guess.  It wasn't like he really had much to compare things to either -- the world was as bleak as his attitude no matter where he'd wandered, and this was his first actual full winter.  His creativity and observation were long since turned to rubble.