He had a home now, but he still liked to wander. Gavriel didn’t really know how he wound up in the woods, but he liked it an awful lot. There was a certain sound that the woods made when there was snow like this. Snow and ice, it made for a cold sound. Everything was cold, and he might have liked that too. He did like that too, really. He likes the sound of the cold wind through the trees, lighting up the world around him. A filtering of sunlight and a shifting of light… maybe it was the fault of the wind. Maybe the wind was making the light shift as the sun filtered right on down. Yes. That was what he liked.
He didn’t like being cold… so he ran. The young boy didn’t have to run from anything in particular, except maybe the cold itself. If he ran fast enough, the cold couldn’t catch him… right! That was right. He was a brilliant streak of dark light through the woods on that day, and he couldn’t help that. The snow had mostly gotten caught among the thick canopy of branches, so he was fairly free to run through as he pleased. It was a brilliance, a brightness, something that he couldn’t help but love. He felt free.
And that was all Gavriel really needed, that feeling. He had a home and he could be free, all at the same time. His eyes were bright on the world around him, a childlike grasp on a world that hadn’t necessarily been kind to him yet. You’d never be able to tell just by looking that the optimist’s two fathers were gone, that he’d turned away from the aunt that was supposed to adopt him, that he hadn’t even gone looking for his mother. You’d never be able to tell by looking that his brother had been snatched from his den, or how that made an impact on him. You’d never be able to tell that he was being raised by himself in the den of demons. You’d never be able to tell.
gavriel
hound’s
tarquin x makism x hush
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