Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

left behind. it was a stark reality, one he found difficult to grapple with. cam wasn't mature enough to understand the concept of laying in a bed of your own making. he felt bereft, sour, irritated. . . but then, they could be out looking for him. that thought alone was enough to bring the guilt back in spades.

the woman announced her intentions to move on, to find her own family. he honestly didn't know what to do next. he could go back to neverwinter forest and look for ibis and oke and mal, but to be quite frank, he wasn't sure of the exact direction there. as for looking for the rest of his family—where to even start? it would be no more than a wild goose chase by a boy whose head was so often in the clouds.

okay, he agreed quietly, a little sullen, though not directed toward her. he shuffled his paws awkwardly, unsure of what to say. i'm cam, the boy offered, leaving the customary what's your name? unspoken; it was a given, if she had any manners at all. not like he had manners, really. but she must, yes?