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The boy sat in the dark and stared, at first not seeing Caiaphas or coltish figure, limb raised and all. She was as amorphous as his dreams, until pivoting and dropping her gaze upon him. Larus saw those eyes as disembodied glints of gold, filled with the same mischief as the lynx. What if this lady was actually a lynx in disguise?!
Home, right? You like it?
queried Caiaphas, in tandem with Larus' abrupt recoiling. He pulled away from her with as much enthusiasm as he had thrown himself towards her before.
With his timidity returning, Larus managed to answer but the sound was scattered, low and grim. N-no.
He chirped, No, no this isn't mine.
Where was Mama? Where were his siblings? It was dark in this big cave and - now that he was mindful enough to notice - it didn't smell at all like the home he was used to. Whether that was Swiftcurrent or Duskfire, he didn't take that in to account.
But what could he do? If his family wasn't here then... Then he was still lost. They were still looking for him. This lady had tricked him. Larus lost all of his enthusiasm at that point - he slouched, sank, and slumped against the ground like a limp fish. Moments later he was mewling softly to himself. I want mama, I want daddy, I want... I want..
Thus, the dam broke. Big tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and began to drip down his yellow face, pooling against the cave floor, where they were silently absorbed.