Phoenix Maplewood Just a rhyme without a reason

Okay, cool, he breathed, letting Void makes his last sales pitch before remembering to say, Thanks.

He watched the man turn and go. A moment after he disappeared toward the far side of the maples, Atreus turned and plodded back toward the moraine. He knew he should walk faster so he would be back before nightfall but there was a lot on his mind, weighing down his steps. And he was never in any particular rush to return to the rise.

Thanks for a great thread!