Neverwinter Forest The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

His gaze snapped to the source of the call.  If he hadn't chosen this place to settle, Mal would have probably yielded and walked away, made himself scarce and tried to obliterate the trail.  Neither of them were children any more but Mal's only memories of the other youth weren't particularly positive.  Okeanos had been one of the nagging babies that seemed to never grow up, even if both of them now were at their full size (give or take a few pounds for final maturity).  But this was going to be his home, so what did that leave Mal with?  It was forcing him to confront someone he didn't want to deal with.

So, he stalked forward, confident and not looking like he was wanting to deal with any sorts of jokes.  Okeanos' presence was potentially infringing on Mal's right to exist in freedom, as far as he could tell.  The name had sounded more distasteful now than it used to.  Maybe it was just that bit of distance and his independence -- the clear break that had been allowed to him.  Mal, he corrected.  And I'm not going back, so you've wasted your trip. It's not like there's anything there for me.  Because in Mal's eyes, that was just about the only reason that Okeanos would be here -- he'd obviously been sent to retrieve him, and that was just not gonna happen.  At all.