Stone Circle i had been lost to you, sunlight

the praise from his mother causes a swell of pride to blossom beneath his breast as he presents her with his successful catch. catching small game was, not necessarily easy per se but definitely not as challenging as it once had been. after all, he'd been honing his hunting skills while during his self given isolation ...it wasn't like there'd been anything else to do aside from reflect and mope and pray at the altar of the stones as if asking the dead for clay's return would actually see it true.

perhaps she does not mean her words to be chiding and yet that is how newt interprets them all the same; and yet the argument of i didn't catch it for me rises in his throat he bites lightly upon his tongue to keep it at bay. even now, when he provides for her she is selflessly putting him first. he doesn't tell her that the rabbit as a whole is what he considers a 'bite' but he takes a small chunk out of its flank all the same; for little reason other than to appease her.

take the rest mama, please, he nudges it further towards her. let me take a leaf from your book and be selfless.