Silverlight Terrace You are you and i'm me

Rodyn leaned his head a little closer to hear her. She was speaking in hushed whispers, stirring the silence only barely. It was amazing, and I miss it, but it's not a sad missing. 

He hummed in his throat unsure how to put into words, what he was trying to say. He missed home, but he didn't miss home as much as he missed his mother, his siblings, his father. The familiar things.

I used to play a game with the shadows in the forest. Try and catch them before they were too small to catch, and dance along them. Childhood games really, but fun.

He closed his eyes as she talked of her own home, a smile on his face. It sounds lovely.