Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

Acheron agreed with his opinion, acknowledging and accepting the advice he fell quiet. Emrik continued to study the boy, while the youngster’s eyes re-found the stick, Emrik’s continued to watch him. There was obviously something else on his mind. Waiting patiently, he paused for Acheron to find his words.

It didn’t take long, for the question to be found. The question itself surprised Emrik, but the follow up comment crushed him. His smile slipped, and his gaze drifted down toward his paws. Taking a deep breath, and collecting his thought, Emrik let the silence invade.

“I had a responsibility to you mothers parents, your grandparents. They had asked me to find her, and ask her to return to them. I had to tell them what happened. I couldn’t stay before, but I’m here now. For good.” Swallowing softly, Emrik refixed Acheron with his multi-hued gaze. “Is that ok? If I were to stay.”