Arrow Lake dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot

It was a curious answer, to be sure. Not someone, not somewhere, but something. It was a question of philosophy, to seek something, especially if that something was intangible. Phocion thought the boy was a little young for existential crises, but then again, who knew? He'd lost his mother at a young age, and had felt bereft for a long time. Not looking for her, but the idea of her. Did Cortland seek such an idea?

"What are you looking for?" Phocion asked without preamble, keeping his voice soothing and gentle. It wasn't as if he was trying lure the boy under any kind of spell, but it helped to earn one's trust if you were to ask them something so personal. At any rate, he'd already taken to the young man, and it was imperative to know more about him if they were to be traveling companions.

The white priest tipped his nose slightly to look at the stars. The answer was to be found there, somewhere. He would have to teach Cortland their ways.