Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

it seemed matters of the heart, much like dirge had thought, were not so clear cut. arcturus was unhappy as he wallowed besides dirge, feeling he had either failed himself, his family, or wraen -- possibly even towhee.

after all, she had positively fled his presence the moment they had parted from one another. what did that say about him?

still distraught over all of this, arcturus stomached dirge's answer as best he could. it was a fair response, but the boy was near inconsolable -- even if he hid it well by a thin mask of composure.

what mattered to him? family. and what did he want out of it? "i want what you and hydra have." arcturus blurted, a secondary sheen of red rising to his cheeks as he admitted -- quite vulnerably, too -- a side of him that was far too soft to be carelessly exposed to the world.