are those real stars that hang in the sky? or are they man-made, a trick of the light?
Oh he read the letter, read the fact that she wanted him to wait at the portal so they could go through it together. But honestly? When had that ever stopped him? He was confident he could do it on his own, and if he took a wrong step well… He hadn’t, and arrived right on the Port. Problem solved, right? Right. Still, it’s surprisingly busy out here — so unused to the amount of people milling about.
He’s too bewildered by the ocean to really pay much attention anyway, trying to understand how it’s possible a river could get this fucking big.
He doesn’t notice either when he bumps into someone, not at first. He’s prepared to just brush on past like he does to the trees of the Greatwood. But then he hears her voice and his head snaps toward her, bi-toned eyes bright and crinkling a small amount as he grins at her and almost drops his bag as he wraps her in a tight hug. “It was really easy, mom!” He protests, trying to embody the image of strong and not needing any help, before it fades and his head ducks a small amount. “I didn’t know rivers could get this big? And there’s so many people? What do they do? No, wait, what are they doing?” He squints over his shoulder to a shop where someone’s trading something for what appears to be fabric of some sort.
He’s too bewildered by the ocean to really pay much attention anyway, trying to understand how it’s possible a river could get this fucking big.
He doesn’t notice either when he bumps into someone, not at first. He’s prepared to just brush on past like he does to the trees of the Greatwood. But then he hears her voice and his head snaps toward her, bi-toned eyes bright and crinkling a small amount as he grins at her and almost drops his bag as he wraps her in a tight hug. “It was really easy, mom!” He protests, trying to embody the image of strong and not needing any help, before it fades and his head ducks a small amount. “I didn’t know rivers could get this big? And there’s so many people? What do they do? No, wait, what are they doing?” He squints over his shoulder to a shop where someone’s trading something for what appears to be fabric of some sort.
FELIX
