Life had not been simple or pleasant since that day on the beach. Eerie had saved him, pulling him from the fire that had ravaged Cold Summers and burnt their home to the ground. She had also torn him away from Shilo though, one of his two sisters. Shilo had roused him when he had been briefly separated from Eerie... and hell knew where she was now. He had only ever known Cold Summers... and could maybe stumble across the path to Leisure Lake if he really tried hard enough. And that was exactly where Eerie had dragged the teenager, his gangly limbs tripping over the stumps, roots and rocks that his sightless eyes could not see. Gleaning emeralds had swivelled as his nape had frantically turned his cranium round and round, hoping that his sensitive audettes could pick up on something, anything to aid him. And once the silt had caught his pads, he had heard a thump and a splash as Eerie had collapsed unconscious. A stranger had come to his aid, a wolf who had nearly barreled Tiresias over and had dragged Eerie out of the water. But from there... life had stopped. The stranger had fled from the pair of them, and Eerie? Eerie had left too. She had come to be his second mother. Apollonia always told him that Eerie had caused his birth mother's death... and now it was her fault that his second mother was dead too - dead to him at least.

Since then Tiresias had been alone. He was poorly suited for such - he had never learned how to hunt with his blindness, and Eerie had babied him since she had taken him away from his father. For the first few nights after Eerie left him, he had tried to find his way to another place, to his father, his sister, anyone, but each time he got turned about and ended up wandering back to the lake. By now, it was a constant comfort... but that still left the issue of food. But the lake provided for him. He started to notice the different sounds of the water - not only its ebb and flow, but the way it was disturbed whenever its surface was breached. That - that was the key. He had tentatively stood into the water. It was a terrifying idea - after all it had nearly claimed Eerie. But he found as he entered it that it was soothing and calm. It swept around his legs and massaged them. For minutes, perhaps an hour even, he stayed standing there. But then he heard the same sound he had before - the splash of something breaking the surface to his right. He lunged, and only succeeding in filling his maw and nares with water and silt. Frantically, he had kicked out until he found the ground beneath his paws and stood up. Once again, he stood still until he heard a splash, and again he had lunged. Again... to no success. Over and over he tried and failed, even into the next day. Until he had changed his tactics. He stayed still until the fish nibbled on his feet, and then he had swiped quickly at that paw with the other one. The pads of his paw had touched the slimy surface but only succeeding in pushing it away. It had been the closest he had come, and so he tried again, this time scooping with his attacking paw, and he managed to skewer a fish onto his daggers. His grumbling stomach had quieted down that night... and though he had had nothing but fish for the last few months, he was happy.

He was happy but lonely. Since then he had set himself up in the caves near the edge of the shore. The trees overhead provided some coverage from the rain and the sun and the wind and the snow that had ailed him. He had gotten better at catching the fish... and even occasionally a crab (although it had taken him a while to learn what their claws were and how to avoid them) or a snake. He tried to stay away from them though, considering he could not tell which were poisonous and was terrified that one would bite him. And today? Today saw the exiled prince of Cold Summers, the heir of Faraway basking on the shore of the beach. His eyes were shut, his auds flickering every once in a while when a bug landed upon them. He was content.