Dragoncrest Cliffs Strength.

"Oui, maman. We find dem."

Together, they would search. Strange, Thibault noticed. Strange. Strange, how with every passing day, he found it harder to eat, harder to drink, and how when he did so, how it felt so incredibly slow. How time was passing. How things changed in its course. It confused him. He dreaded, however, their leave.

What he would not tell his maman was that he began to wonder, to think, to believe, that maybe they would not come back.

That they were gone.


Stiff legs, baby eyes in a big body, a mind full of emotion he did not know how to present, but he felt them so strongly. A prevention of a crack in his voice, his lips asking to deflate,
"'Cause we gotta."

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