Swiftcurrent Creek trust

There is that word again; “rain”. Helios glances towards the sky, squinting at the god rays filtering through the treetops. It is bright still to the sensitivity of his eyes, and he supposes part of why he enjoyed the rain is that it wasn’t bright. He cannot agree with Maman’s logic.

« Follow you, » he answers simply, puffing his chest up and turning his baby blues in Lie’s direction. Expression remains stony, but it is obvious the boy is observing his mother closely.