Emberwood prayer of the refugee

The world, from what he had experienced thus far, had been endless and carried on forever. He was old enough to realize that seeing all of it was fruitless and could never be done, but he did want to see every bit of it that he could. So to hear the woman suddenly open up and express what she had seen was magical. She described it so wonderfully and it left him reeling for more. A unique desperation to eat up her words and see them for himself was evident. Sounds beautiful, he commented idly as he imagined a plateau with a giant herd of deer thundering across the savannah and the flatlands. It sounded like a lot of fun and something he was eager to partake in even if it might be a good journey's away. 

For the sole reason that she mentioned each location having its own secret, he was hooked. There was nothing better to the young Phase than knowing that someone else recognized that there was something magical in every locale. New areas to explore and places to venture - places to just get lost. You had me at secrets, he comments with a giddy smile as his front feet start dancing a little bit and his tail wagging excitedly behind him. Pointing his nose in the direction she did, he made a mental note to head that way and continue there. He believed he had been going west all this time but he could stand to take a detour or two. Thank you, Miss Heloise. There were some manners for you because if anything, he had grown used to being kind to his mother and in more ways than one this woman was kind of like that. She had been helpful and polite, which earned some form of nicety from the growing boy.