Emberflame Ridge there's no turning back now

He was curious about what kind of father she must have had, or what having a father was even like; two mothers had made him the way he was, and there was still a part of him that was either unaware or refused to believe that another must have been involved in his conception.  Still, there were certain aspects of his life where having a man around would've been helpful.  He hadn't quite fully hit puberty yet but already he was beginning to go through changes, and even if their mothers had been around he wasn't sure they would understand.  His ears fell for just a moment of the way she talked about Lost Creek Hollow and her father's claim; despite his curiosity (and wondering if they shared a father) he held his tongue.

At the mention of Mali, he had to reach back to remember.  Delight's children had never been fond of him, and he barely remembered any of them.  He only remembered Mali, truthfully, because of his colors — Brilliance, too, though he couldn't recall her name.  But she moved from that subject just as fast onto coming home and finding it deserted.

That's how I felt, when I got here and nobody was here.  I found you quickly, I can't imagine being alone for so long.  He glanced up at the sky, exhaling a measured breath.  Even if they're not okay here, they're okay somewhere.  There has to be more after this, don't you think?