Emberwood kigon

his mother speaks of returning to rivenwood and panic sets in. it is not a slow stalking but a rush that floods his nervous system and overloads him. ezra's breath goes shallow, pupils blowing wide, ears flattening against his skull as his thoughts race:

she wants to go back there after druid attacked her ... back to him —

no. ezra's steps stop and a war of panic and defiance wage in his golden gaze as he watches her set the perimeter for camp. it is not like ezra, this rebellion. he would do anything for her ... kill for her, die for her ... anything expect go back to that cursed place. vhy vould ve backtrack? ve do not know gideon is there ... and he and father vent missing on the same day ... he is trying to articulate his thought process but it is disjointed, panic holding logic beneath the waters.

it vould make sense that they are together. he is reaching but he desperately does not want to return to rivenwood.

i am not going back. i do not vant to be anyvhere near amadeo, he spits the name, distaste heavy on his tongue. the man had always felt like oilslick to ezra, and the boy doesn't care what amadeo said about who started the fight: he had hurt his father and that was enough to solidify distrust and anger. he is a typhoon of unholy feelings, but he is not apologetic for them and that, perhaps, only worsens his panic that coils in his stomach like the serpent of eden.

...or druid. if he was being honest, he might as well be honest. if you go back ... vho is to say they'll let you leave?