Bearclaw Valley We abandon one-another.

Open to anyone.

With one of the older children injured and the other - well, as far as he knew, preoccupied - Glaucos could only entertain himself in a limited fashion. It was preferable to the teasing and the dangerous games that they played with him, but only for a few minutes. He was tempted to track down @Averna, presuming she would be somewhere in the vicinity of the big rock or one of her little altars, and set off at an amble.

He wondered if @Astyanax was with her. He had not seen his twin for some time and found himself longing for contact. As young as he was Glaucos had some ideas cemented in his mind already: that there was strength in numbers being one such aspect to his survival. Being alone was a curiosity and nothing more; he enjoyed it, for all that it could afford him, but at the same time he dreaded being caught alone by the other children - or, if his supreme unluckiness held strong, an adult.

The scent of the ghostly woman wove among the trees and soon drifted away from him. His attention waned. Glaucos became fixated on a shaft of light cutting neatly through the trees, and the motes of autumn dust dancing within. He shuffled through the copse and felt a brief joy at the destruction of leaves as he kicked them up, then moved on from that too. There were no scents around him that he recognized at this point - only the rotting of the leaves.