Sea Lion Shores くコ：彡

Rosalyn.

The name didn’t seem to fit her at all, nor did it stir any sort of an aha! revelation from within him; he didn’t know her at all. But that was fine, he was no longer concerned with trying to find anyone from the Creek.

But then came the million dollar question: Where was he from?

Although she didn’t say it quite the same, the bottom line was exactly that. He froze where he stood, entire body going rigid, before gradually relaxing again. “Sort of,” he answered thereafter, shuffling his feet an an effort to discretely put some distance between them. “I came from a place with a, uh... a creek. A big, loud creek. But, um... I don’t really remember where it is anymore.” By that point, he was ready to run—not because of her, but because of what she might know. He didn’t want to return to that place, not after he’d finally gotten over the fact that he was on his own, and so his legs remained at the ready, just in case she tried to take him back.

Travelling alone for so long had, clearly, made him rather paranoid.