Firefly Glen and set the fields on fire

He wanted to contest. Knowing his own nature and how that could have easily passed to his children despite his better efforts, there was always that possibility that Mira could have gotten far enough away to be somewhat out of their reach. He had been prone to wandering young, though his birthplace was far more tempered than that of their present locale. It too had been wild and unforgiving, but there had been relative safety to it, or so he thought in recollection.

Of course naturally, that wandering had always set worry in for his mother, as it should have.

He drew his gaze between the two instead, briefly debating their options.

“Pick a direction then,” he decided, “it’s probably best if we do split up to cover more ground.” Though his tone lacked the urgency to do so quickly, the intent was in his gilded gaze even though he knew that they wouldn’t be indecisive. He could scout through the canyon ahead for any trace of her there, just as much as he could pick any part of the glen at that point.