Firefly Glen then why do you cut me so deep?

@Astraeus <3

The search for her son is a never ending journey. No one was able to give her any information regarding his whereabouts, or the story of Sagtannet. She was alone in this wretched world, just as her son was. If only he was alive; she knew nothing. What if a rogue reached her nest and stole him? It was a mistake to leave him unprotected and alone.
 
A thick, dark forest revealed before her eyes, abandoned and alone, just as she was, just as her son was. A tear fell from her eye, leaving a dark, tiny spot on the ground. She made her way inside, a moment of solitude she needed after meeting with the moonwoman and the scare from the forsaken. Her mind drifted to the giant trunk; a man not so different from herself.
 
She was so caught up in her mind that a thorn pierced her right hip, leaving a small scar. Agana yelped in pain then sat down, rolling her eyes. Great, unnecessary pain she did not need now. She couldn’t even spend a single day without feeling pain. The argent sighed and laid on the ground, closing her eyes and thinking about… nothing, really.

he was still far from grown.

he dispersed after rivenwood had disbanded, the only thing in his pocket a piece of lint and two fat quarters that he thought he could make something of. the young ram had turned back a month before summer's end, his eyes derelict and no longer able to say his own name.

dried clay stuck his hair out in wild places along his legs and stomach, sneering every once and awhile to the phantom pain in his temple. a gift from a father of girl who who lied about being alone as she claimed.

sighed from his nose when he unexpectedly chanced upon a woman in the glen, meditating.

he stared over her like a silent elm.