Hushed Willows like a rolling stone

it was a strange day. cortez was leaving, which was strange because he couldn't understand why he was leaving if this was his home. could you just 'unhome' a place? his nose had remained wrinkled with confusion throughout the whole experience and when his uncle had come to address them he'd tilted his head to the side- regarding the taller man with a quizzical gaze. yet he'd refrained from voicing all the questions burning away at the tip of his tongue, unsure as to why he did so but feeling like now was..not the right time? he'd look to his siblings and his mamas then, searching their reactions for hidden answers to some of his questions but really, everyone just looked sad...but also happy? sad with smiles? what the hell did that mean? frowning, he simply looks up to the wolf and says; "bye" 

he then fades back into the background but the intensity with which he observes the situation never falters. really he doesn't see how this is much different to what happened with mama, when he'd died he'd gone away and now cortez was going away just without dying. did it make much of a difference? apparently so because mama dying made everyone cry, no one pretended to smile like they did now. it made no sense so he started tracing at the dirt beneath him.

he only looked up again when cortez was walking away and so suddenly it hit him; why cortez would want to unhome because for the first time reif experienced restlessness and...a flicker of envy. he was suddenly no longer content with what elysium had to offer him, the idea of unhoming had an oddly appealing sound to it. the thoughts made him tired though so he didn't protest when his family retired back into the willow's depths.