Morningside Cuesta the betrayer

@Liri

It was foolish of the boy to believe that he was enough for his parents. They had wandered fretfully after both Rhakios and Ephraim, searching to find the boys in the mess of their lives. All the while, Illidan had remained quietly by their side, hoping that they would realize he was all that they really needed – he was far more important than his brothers anyway – but with no real means to communicate this. The fevered searching had caused them to be absentminded of him. In this, Illidan had also believed that he could find his brothers without any issue. He had set out on his own and wandered too far from the protective presence of his parents. The dark-hooded boy had found himself lost in a world he knew very little about.
 
Illidan trekked along the river with a searching nose, straying just close enough to the large expanse of open terrain that he could be seen as a dark blot on the backdrop of endless greens. Spring had risen the water levels, so he kept himself away from the edge of the river with a wary expression toward what would have been a churning demise for his youthful frame. The young boy could no longer scent his parents and he could not scent Ephraim either. Frustrated, he sat down with a scowl. He blamed his brother for all of it. Burning, emotional anger filled his insides and he bristled at it, unable to handle the flood that was pouring through him.