Duck Lake Through the boughs of the garden

No, I— Atreus went to say, only for an enormous belch to escape him. I’m good now, thanks, he finished his sentence, wiping at his mouth.

Now that the immediate problem of his hunger had been solved for the time-being, his mind inevitably turned to the giant question mark of his future. Part of him had absorbed Amalia’s fishing lesson, yet that alone wouldn’t save him. Besides, it was probably much easier said than done.

So… why’d you move? he asked, thinking back on what she’d said about Moonglow, pretty sure she hadn’t mentioned a reason.