Ouroboros Spine turtle was asleep in the tall grass

Again he felt as if he had been left behind, which he knew to be untrue, and borderline ridiculous! Yet he felt it all the same. Chakliux was gone, Rodyn had gone now too, and slowly things were settling in place, different in many ways; Mojag did not yet know he felt such jealousy, and that was what caused his spirit such distress. To think that he had been the first to venture away from the village! Even if it had been to seek out a man he had failed to hunt down, he had done it, and he had survived it, and now he was home again - to watch as others left, to forge their own paths.

Rodyn spoke fondly of this place he now called home. It was an extension of their village, different too, but a sister-place, or a brother-place; and with kindness Rodyn welcomed Moonglow! He offered the boy a time to stay, be it temporary or not, and Mojag found himself enamored by the idea. To see the ocean again! To be far from home, but not too far! A free spirit, able to visit both villages as the desire might come to him. It was a tremendous offer that thrilled Mojag - but he also thought of his mother, and his duties (despite his recent lassitude towards them).

I would like to see it. The boy found himself agreeing, even smiling now with a more genuine manner. You know, when I was gone from the village - I was on an island? I learned to fish there! And more than fish, there are birds and their eggs, and crabs, and sometimes these things called turtles which are slow-moving - they look like shifting stones, he bubbled over with knowledge, and then took notice of how he rambled, which stalled him.

Ah, I'm sure by now you've seen some things. He had not meant to be so boisterous; but his love of the island have usurped his lethargy for that moment, and now receded like its own tide. He was quiet, and wiggled his toes in the dirt, dropping his gaze.