Edit: Oh nooo emotionsss.
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Children were woefully ignorant, and in many cases woefully trusting. Larus was not usually so quick to accept the circumstances - he fought with all the hardiness of his being to avoid the move to the glacier, to avoid the attention of his sisters, to get eaten by the big scary lady - but he was desperate. And the witch named Caiaphas would be the first to take advantage of this fact. She was suddenly standing over him, looming, and filled with gleeful intent; her abrupt removal from Larus' proximity made him squawk at first, to crane his neck and watch her move about. And then she was making a promise - or what he percieved was a promise - and scooped him up, just as eager as the lynx.
And the boy did not protest. He felt the pinch of her teeth as she grabbed at the raw parts of his neck, and folded in to a lump that hung from her black jaws. The boy relaxed within her company - accepting that he was going home and allowing his exhaustion to overtake his system. Before Caiaphas even took her first step, the pendulum-boy was breathing easy... And began to drowse. His mind proffering up images of his siblings and parents, who he fully intended to visit when his rescuer returned him to their side. Oh, how he missed them - but it wouldn't be long now.
'I'm coming, mama.'