Golden Glade it's your life, it's your call

"Not exactly," the hunter shook his head softly, and having recently uprooted like this did have his sense of direction a little shaken up. He only knew the general way they'd gone, not how far out into the wilds it would have to be.. "Mom planned to take Larkspur back to someplace she knew with good healers.. and I don't know where that is or if they'd still be there." Even the names had always been vague, and he'd thought they'd come back one day soon when everything was better.

What Tambourine suggested made his chest feel tight, down to it being a 'we' sort of hypothetical. He had to wonder what he felt towards Stark after all of this, considering that had been his best, most alive, parent as far as Silas had always known. After a heavy pause, he spoke on softly. "How could we find them, though? The weather's so bad right now to wander, right? I mean even just leaving the Keep..." Tambourine would live with the reminder of it forever. The underlying implication being that bad things just always happened. In some way, shape, or form, they never ceased to outdo themselves, which scared him more than anything else. He had so little else to lose.