Redsand Canyon The quiet hour

Hemlocke nodded, a silent agreement to her before adding, For me, travel in the darkness is all I have. Literally for him, as he was unable to wander around during the daylight hours without him getting a horrible throbbing in his skull. So much so he could get dizzy and then throw up. Not pleasant. 

Continuing on then he also continued his pace. She had died that night. The Devil had come to collect his soul... His brows knot up, his expression pained for his mother and what she had done and how now, how she would pay for it. I was old enough then to go off on my own, and so I did. He shrugs, pausing again as they came to a doorway in the corridors which opened up to the whole of the rocky territory. 

He pondered then, dark red eyes looking over the pale wraith who seemingly listened on without judgements. But he had to ask... Do you believe me? A single paw toying with the orange sand at his feet. That I could be the Devil's son?