Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

He returned her kind goodbye, outstretching his neck to touch noses with her. "Goodbye, Isabella Sparrowbeak. I’m glad we had the chance to chat." He replied. Watching her leave felt a tad bit bitter-sweet. Subconsciously, he hoped they would encounter eachother again sometime in the future.

A wish, he supposed.

Oren lingered in the spot they’d sat in for a few moments longer. The sun said its goodbyes, and he figured it was time to do the same. He disappeared deeper into the grotto, the memory of a new friend leaving with him.

Leaving home started to feel like the right decision more and more as time passed. After all, how else would he have met her? He found himself remembering the words of his onyx-pelted friend back home. 

‘There’s more out there. Much more than this. All you have to do is look, Oren.'

And thank you! This was really fun :)