He is already a big boy, no matter that he hadn’t made it even a year yet.

His golden eyes soak in every sun kissed plant and creature he can step up on. Already his mother has killed four rattlesnakes and nine scorpions. He didn’t understand much about why other than they apparently hurt immensely to touch.

She gathers him up with not a word of complaint from him, though he knew that if he really tried to outpace her - she didn’t have his endurance like his father might have. She often said as much. “You and your father have far too much of a stomach for trekking about, come here, would you?” Always with a pleading sweetness that called him right back to her - but he had also become eager to make her smile, to earn those tender thanks when the weather especially taxed her.

When they arrive where his mother seems to be headed, he squeals and rushes to his father’s side. "Papa! Vulcan says there are other islands! Is that where Sister Twinge is going!? Can we go with her!?."