Sun Mote Copse herald

From Njord's description it was very far. Reki had traveled quite a distance to get to where he was now, and didn't have much of a reference point for what was being described; he did know he wasn't in the best place physically to be making such a trek, and wasn't keen on it when easy food and shelter was available right here. It might've been easier if he relied on the adults—so he took that in to consideration as he thought things over.

It sounded like there would be a lot of people joining them. More than what Reki could count, at any rate. He listened as Njord listed off two, three... four whole groups who seemed fixated on the moon; and there were more, none of which sounded familiar. The prospect of meeting others his own age appealed for only a second before his mind caught upon the web of names and strangers he did not recognize.

Uhh, I dunno, it wasn't much of a reaction, but that might've been clue enough to Reki's reluctance to involve himself. It sounded like Njord and Meerkat had quite the family event coming up and Reki wasn't exactly a part of that — he'd just met them both, and, well, the idea of more was overwhelming.