Honeyed Pasture kanivaun ╦

The moment he’d left Fenn’s side, he’d regretted the decision. He should’ve gone after her. He should’ve told her about his kids, how he’d met one of them and now he needed to know if the others were okay (or if they existed). She already knew he was awful. He’d only ever judged him for being awful to her, never for what he’d done to others. Abandoning his kids was by far the worst thing he’d ever done, but maybe she would’ve understood. Maybe she would’ve come with him. Maybe he should’ve stayed with her.

These were futile thoughts, of course. If he’d acted fast enough, he could’ve found her and followed her. But, he hadn’t. She was gone, and Penn was off again on this fool’s errand.

Sticking towards the coast seemed to be working out well enough for him. It was different navigating with only his eyes, but he was pleased to find that it was too different. He grimaced when he came upon the pair of strangers. He wasn’t much in the mood for company. He wondered if he could just sneak off without being spotted, but he hesitated. Wasn’t he trying to find someone? Shouldn’t he talk to someone if he was looking for someone?

Penn huffed to himself in annoyance.


”North,” he said simply, answering the man’s question as he strode towards them. He looked them both over quickly and noted they were the wrong age to be his, but still. They might know something.