Sun Mote Copse This is the thread that never ends.

Penn hadn't realized Avery was following him. He felt her pressure against his side and tilted his head in her direction, but he couldn't bear to look at her. His eyes were on Towhee, but as her expression began to twist with comprehension, he looked away. He didn't want to see her learning this. He didn't want to see the way comprehension swam in her eyes. He didn't want her to know. Knowing meant it was real. And the more people who knew, the more real it became. He didn't want this. He wasn't ready for this.

He gulped, and heaved a heavy breath as he looked around. "Where is Wraen?" he asked in a somewhat desperate voice. His limbs were beginning to tremble and he shortly found himself leaning just as hard into Avery as she was into him. He needed Wraen. He needed someone. He needed. "Eljay," Penn breathed, too overwhelmed to even consider just why he suddenly needed a big brother he'd generally neglected his whole life.