Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

Fig shook his head as he smiled at his mother. He was certainly not hip by any sense of the word, let alone to lingo. He couldn’t help the tight feeling in his chest that presented itself when she spoke of surrounding him, forcing him to be open about himself. He knew she was joking, that she would always respect his privacy. But the joke chafed uncomfortably, though he did his best not to outwardly show it.

”I spent some time in the Valley West of Epoch before coming here,” Fig answered, ”I think I’ll head back that way and find somewhere to settle down.”


He didn’t dispute her comment about making up with Fenn. He certainly wanted to, and he would try, but he somehow didn’t see that problem resolving itself so quickly.