Arrow Lake erinnerung

Mesa never expected any of this to transpire, and it showed in the blank, gap-mouthed expression upon his face as he approached the gathering place. At first he'd been hesitant to seek out his uncle Mahler when he'd heard the summons, entirely focused on ruminating on his feelings and sequestering himself somewhere with the territory where he could keep tabs on his siblings; but then the call had arisen, and before he could put a plan of action together, he was roaming closer. The scent of rabbit briefly waylayed the boy (as he was quite eager to remain petulant and in denial about the loss of his father) - only to end up trailing the young Praimfaiya.

As he settled along the ridge behind her, he was half tempted to turn tail and seek out the cache she'd somehow dug and filled - partly to lay claim to it, and to the girl's abilities considering her age, to make his father proud -- but the thought vanished from his mind when he heard Mahler explain himself. To take up the mantle as their father, as their general. The boy didn't know how to feel about any of it; he looked furtively for the silhouettes of his blood relatives in the vain hope that his mother might clarify things, or maybe he could react in conjunction to his brothers and sisters - but he was the first to arrive, and was left empty. Stoic.

In that moment, he was stone and ice and very much his father's son.