Stavanger Bay if you've got nothing nice to say

anyone is welcome, set in the clearing at Ragnar and Thistle's den.

Charon was beginning to grasp the fact that ma and da weren't going to return. He still did not really understand why, and neither did he understand why Kevlyn was gone. Admist all of his confusion about this, he was beginning to learn more about the world around him. Charon sat just outside the den that still did not really feel like home, and he missed his parents and Kevlyn. They were rapidly becoming blurry images in the back of his mind, but he knew they'd been there once, and he remembered their warm fur, their soft words — and in Kevlyn's case, loud voice — and if he would smell them again, he'd know right away it was them.

Levi and Liyaní were withdraw and quiet — quieter than Charon — and it made Charon feel like he needed to carry the weight of everybody's happiness on his shoulders by being strong. He did not realise it himself, but it was the reason he did not talk much about missing his parents and Kevlyn; he did not wish to burden anyone, least of all his caretakers or siblings.

"Miss you, ma," said Charon to the sky. The stars were beginning to make place for the sun, the sky splashed in pinks, purples and oranges, but he could still see a few stars. He was sure his mum was one of them, from what he had understood about her death. He wasn't really sure what being dead entailed because they had not told him anything about the dead body nor had they shown it to him, but he knew that Julooke wasn't coming back, whereas there was still a shot in the dark as far as Verrine and Kevlyn were concerned.