Emberwood prayer of the refugee

Admitting to travelling by yourself was probably not the smartest move but it was the only move he had. If you could call it that. Roscoe had never really been given much of anything to fear so admitting his loneliness was not something to be kept a secret. Instead, he wanted folks to see that he was wild and free - that he could not be tamed so easily, or so he liked to think. Several months ago (mid-winter) he had mourned the loss of his brother and only a couple he had mourned his mother but after a while it became easier to just accept the inevitable. Mum had always talked about how mother nature had taken him too soon but that he had bigger and better plans waiting for him elsewhere. Where elsewhere was, Roscoe did not know nor had he ever thought to ask.

Whether it was an attempt at humor or not, he missed it entirely - for it did not seem posed like any kind of joke he had ever heard. Instead, he simply shrugged and nodded his head absently. Obviously it wasn't winter anymore and things that made it through did what it always does - survive. That was all there was, really. It was what most folks ended up doing was just doing things to get by and survive but he didn't see it that way. He wanted to experience and treasure what there was to life, he didn't want to just survive to see another day. He wanted anything and everything. Oh! Roscoe Phase here! He admitted proudly, he knew his name was a proud one but he didn't have much story behind it other than it was a long, long lineage and he had a name of one of his ancestors.